Hair, like gold. Eyes, white silver.
In the face of fear she stares, not a tremble or a shiver.
White as snow, yet black as night,
she stands strong in the sun burning bright.
A heart of courage, a mind so sharp,
a voice like a lovely meadow lark.
Willing yet superbly resistant,
she flashes away in but an instant.
Response from Acerbus Amor:
You feel fairly talented & your poem is written well
Do I fear and flee this thing or embrace I cannot tell
I see with my minds eye her Dark and wondrous features
Pondering on my knowledge of lore, she is not one of these creatures
Her silver eyes and beauty with an unwavering fearless gaze.
The feel of something ancient, with years beyond our days.
This wonderful, fearless beauty is a sight so rarely seen
She travels through the layers of time or somewhere in between
Between the sounds of her cloak as it flows across the night
And the darkness of the shadows of the mornings early light.
I hope to here some more, is she wicked or is she tame
Perhaps she lives in war and becomes the dragons bane.
Please prey tell shall you grant me this request
To write the tale & live it, that is a poets quest!
- Acerbus Amor
Location:Cleveland, Ohio
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