Poems from Dead E-Books
 

Published in Julia, daughter of... Edited by G.W. Thomas

 

STORM MAIDEN


She strides the land,
dark avenger,
shadowed eyes flash with
untamed fury.

Too soon put away
too soon put down,
she seeks vengeance,
nothing less, yet

somehow more.

Storm goddess now,
stern Julia,
daughter of the wind
she seeks justice.

She lives untamed
elemental force
striking terror
sudden storm, now

quickly gone.

Copyright (c) by each individual author, 2003.

 

 

Published in WYRDWORM WOOD  Edited by G.W. Thomas

 

A CAUTION TO TRAVELERS

Deep inside dark Wyrdworm Wood,
there lies a wishing well.
Take care in what you ask for there,
for that dark pit leads straight to Hell.

Another path in Wyrdworm Wood
leads to an ancient bell.
Pray touch it not, nor let it ring,
for that then would be your death knell.

Tarry not in Wyrdworm Wood,
lest you fall under its spell.
To fall asleep would bring dark dreams,
and terrors that would never quell.

Hurry on past Wyrdworm Wood,
where we poor wraiths once fell.
Live well and long on this fair earth…
for of your end, we may not tell.

-- Chris Ambrose

 

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BLUTNEST DES ADLERS
(Eagle's Blood Nest)

Eventide crawls from forest deep,
past wizened dark clutching hemlocks,
towards the crumbling mountain road
to castle Blutnest des Adlers.

Once fertile lands grow wild with thorns.
Broken-backed cottage - blind windows s
tare across gorse thicket; tumbled
rock walls guard vine shrouded tombstones.

Above dark glades, the eagle wheels,
talons flashing with drying blood,
scout and watchman for he who sleeps
by day above the weeping clouds.

Lands once rich, now lie in ruin.
Lost farms wildly sprout unknown herbs,
apothecary for the night
and he who walks dark forest deep.

 

Copyright (c) by Chris Ambrose.

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