Entry II
Scarlet oil traces downward on my left arm;
a fuel of vengeance sets my synapses ablaze.
I pray to return the favor a thousand fold
by portraying myself as an actor unfazed;
The creature reveals its grin,
illuminated by the bright toxicity of its jaundice,
as its imposing, dark and peridot physique
produces little doubt to who is the strongest.
Still, I steady my weapon – a stained and rusted rapier
with a chromatic quillon that reflects its grin.
Slender as ever, my hands grip the handle
as my forbearance to slay the beast has worn thin.
The malevolent structure becomes aberrant,
sprinting towards me in menacing fashion.
Superior to its increasing velocity, I stay my ground
and riposte to negate its accelerated action.
Sharply, it turns adjacent as we intercommune,
then raises its left arm and hammers down.
Cries of agitation jolt my psyche to respond reflexively
as my blade collides, producing an earsplitting sound.
My knees refuse to buckle under pressure,
yet my dismayed senses are submerged in obscurity
I pray to the Gods that my force turns not inadequate
against the creature’s self-assured security.
My soul exemplifies the virtue of Fortitude,
tasked with burning itself alive;
the inner phoenix yearns for the righteous fervour
and my resilience transmutes into overdrive
My force agitates the beast off its axis;
its monumental structure unwittingly jerks back,
yet its smile grows wider, as I relentlessly gash.
Its spirit remains immune to my wrath’s attack.
My armor, commissioned by Charles VII himself
demonstrates wear, tear and fade;
bloodstained, my Artemis leather cuirass
and bracers are soaked in the darkest of shades.
“!out meicaf cen sarbenet retearp uT”
Aghast, my body halts at the startling dissonance
as the beast’s articulation echoes its speech.
Fear shackles the sentiency of my reality
as the arena distorts while it once again speaks:
“TU PRAETER TENEBRAS NEC FACIEM TUO!”
My conscience returns as my heart knocks
and I wake in the presence of a dark blue sky.
Slowly, I raise myself and resolve in haste
and breathe in the truth that naught is awry.
Lanterns of the sky crystallize my devil’s shadow
as they flow and suffocate the dim to win the fight
My soul uses its force as it paddles on the vast
and tenebrous substance of this darkest night.
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Always leave me wanting more, with these stories.
The rhyme scheme, in collaboration with details you describe, is awesome!
Always a fan.
So glad to have you as a fan, my friend – talented as YOU are 🙂 I really appreciate that. Thanks for checking this out! Much appreciated!
Excelente
Thank you kindly!
Your creations are always a true pleasure to experience, Poet friend.
Your superb word choice, intertwined patterns, pleasing rhyme, and absolute grace of your pen are a real treat.
I love the cleverness in this line:
“I pray to the Gods that my force turns not inadequate,
against the creature’s self-assured security.”
Thank you so very much for reading this piece, my friend. It is a creation that I am undoubtedly proud of, and your kind words always motivate me to push my understanding of poetry even further. I appreciate the read, but I hope you know that I am inspired by you among many on here 🙂 thanks again.
You are phenomenal. Your work is phenomenal. Just wow…You have an incredible talent.
As you’ll see in my review of your most recent work, you’re one to talk 😛 but thank you, Missy. It truly means a lot that my work resonates with people to the extent that it does. Hopefully I can maintain the momentum. I appreciate you!
You’ve always had a creative way of writing and this piece is nothing short of that. Keep doing your thing. This is pure genius.
Thank you so much, Jarid! I have this itch to continue her story, but you know that I never pull the trigger on a new tale unless I’m 100% sure. We’ll see 😉 Thanks again bro!