Upon the mossy ground he strode
atop a steed both proud and fair
His armor glinted in the sun
both long and dark was his hair
Never was a man so brave to enter the Forest of Ellorgast that day
Chasing a bandit he had sworn
to capture and bring to just
But the Forest is full of mischief
and a creature that forever lusts
To lure a man unaware into the den of the Weaver there
Her voice drips like honey sweet
a gentle repose and tender dream
He seeks and seeks until he is lost
and she has spun her web so keen
Ellorgast treads regal and stark, commander of shadows, Weaver of Dark
The steed bucks in fitful fear
tossing the hero to the forest floor
Trembling, he stands sword held fast
the silence a dread-filled deafening roar
He hears her then, calling his name, lilting on the wind a divine refrain
Time to sleep, my lovely child
she beckons, and he resists her not
His eyes dull, face blank
he reaches her, forever caught
Ellorgast O Mistress fair, who have you captured in your lair
The Weaver now licks her fangs
the life from him, hers to drain
His soul wanders forever the Forest
in her dominion, he shall remain
Beware the net the Weaver casts, beware, beware the Forest Queen Ellorgast
-Michael Wigington
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A young girl seeks answers to her mother’s veiled past.
A warlock bent on immortality.
Both paths lead to the Bloodstone.
As the lone survivor of a mysterious attack, a budding mage must find her courage
and brave the dark forest alone in hopes that she can save the man she loves.
Your imagery immediately pulls the reader in, and glides through the story to its swift and final end, yet you tell the story with an almost sterile lack of emotion, which strangely creates a disturbing uneasiness within the reader. Gifted story telling in the complex genre of poetry is an awesome combination. Well done!
Thanks Karen! I appreciate your kind words. 🙂
Awesome
Thank you! 🙂
Great writing. Love the poem.
Thank you Amy! 🙂