Hello little Miths! I'd like to offer up a poem to the Wind!
Judges: @Sinjin @Storygeek @SunnyShowers
FR Player Name: igenious
FR Player ID#: 451601
Dragon Poet's Name: Lydia
Dragon Poet's ID#: #55767325
Dragon Poet Image:
Entry Category: Nick or Nail
Entry Title: A Plinth
Entry:
Wind shifts, tides turn,
Inhale, your breath burns.
Shaky and weak, dark clouds roll in.
You always knew a fall had to begin.
Daylight fades, dusk falls fast.
It wasn’t the planet turning, alas.
Shade came gnashing, bearing its teeth,
From the heights of mountains to depths of reefs;
It wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a show,
Every one of the eight came to know.
But from the darkness, Fire called out,
In her commanding voice, her bravest shouts
“There is hope here, within this fear,
Help me fight for the planet we hold dear.”
From sky to sea, from burn to freeze,
Nine fighters enter, one retreats.
The war is won, ushering the return of the Sun,
The moon, and every star in moments soon.
They form a pact to protect the planet with might,
From the Shade that had vanished from sight,
Creating a grand pillar, a guardpost,
For those eight valiant anchorites.
Judges: @Sinjin @Storygeek @SunnyShowers
FR Player Name: igenious
FR Player ID#: 451601
Dragon Poet's Name: Lydia
Dragon Poet's ID#: #55767325
Dragon Poet Image:
Entry Category: Nick or Nail
Entry Title: A Plinth
Entry:
Wind shifts, tides turn,
Inhale, your breath burns.
Shaky and weak, dark clouds roll in.
You always knew a fall had to begin.
Daylight fades, dusk falls fast.
It wasn’t the planet turning, alas.
Shade came gnashing, bearing its teeth,
From the heights of mountains to depths of reefs;
It wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a show,
Every one of the eight came to know.
But from the darkness, Fire called out,
In her commanding voice, her bravest shouts
“There is hope here, within this fear,
Help me fight for the planet we hold dear.”
From sky to sea, from burn to freeze,
Nine fighters enter, one retreats.
The war is won, ushering the return of the Sun,
The moon, and every star in moments soon.
They form a pact to protect the planet with might,
From the Shade that had vanished from sight,
Creating a grand pillar, a guardpost,
For those eight valiant anchorites.