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Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #2035817
A poem dedicated to the slayer of the winged beast of Namoor, Augrid Slauther.

Welled, sleeting slush the moon hath frozen the sun
and when finally fell a fleeting glimpse, the eclipse begun.
His eyes were ignited and countenance sunken.
As he hunted across the sky breathless and fierce.

The moon wept feet long frore spears,
of which plummeted through the dark up high.
As the soil cracked and storms upturned billows in the embouchure,
she thrust arrows in reply.

"I never knew fear until I faced this adversary,
a sky-bound beast;
Who'd devoured the lands, far into the east."
She lessen her fear and spied his searching eye..
As his teeth did pierce, as her sword did fly.

A fumbled stroke, slew the opiate gaze.
The blinded blasphemy, which induced sleep;
releasing a series of blood curdling shrieks.
These weeping cries tore at her cloak of braize,
his eye sockets smoked
the surrounding area moistened with haze.

She fled the mountains, into the break of day
Lived a long life, three children they say.
And it's long been said, should he return
That all she could teach, her children had learned.
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