Gambit Reflecting.


The Poetic Side of The Dance
Here's I give another glimpse into my own dance. I sumbit to the world my poetry. I ask that you read it, but Please Don't use it with out my expressed written permission. If you enjoy it then feel free to let me know. I will be open to Publishing other's work with their permisssion. I ask the same for their work as I do mine. My next tale of Fantasy called the Ballad of Blade and Veldrin Oloth Ssussun..


The Ballad of Blade and Veldrin Oloth Ssussun.

A lonely warrior walks the road alone,
Feeling hated never knowing love,
Casted out by the family, making few friends
He travels through his life fighting for the good.

A lady stalking the night,
she takes her prey
to feed the daemon that keeps her.
She cannot feel love, She only knows death.

The two cross paths but for a brief second.
Not seeing the other
They go on their separate ways.
Never knowing that the two will be one.

Time passes and the Great Warrior returns.
This time his life in the balance.
She throws the one she feeds.
Taking the life of the creature that threatens the warrior.

By mistake it took the Warrior's life too.
So the lady returns the his life,
Not knowing what it will bring,
She offers friendship to him.

A hunter enters their world
He targets his prey
Having her in his sights, he aims.
The Warrior calls him out, he leaves

The lady collaspes in the privacy of her room.
The warrior follows her, find her there
He gathers her up and takes her away
To his special place, the one he calls home.

She heals under his magic touch.
They find each other.
Exchanging the life stories of one another
They grow closer and closer...

Reaching out to one another...
He carries a great burden of the one who wishes him dead.
The lady saves him again.
He gave her the thing that he gave no one, his love.

She too loved the great warrior,
willing to give her life for him..
His life was taken, and returned for a price.
He found his way back to her again and again.

Finally they thought that they could be together
So they said their vows that made them one.
Sharing love and joy and pain.
They had their one night.

He left her for what supposed to be a minute.
Just to drink his tea and remember old friends.
The hunter returned with a vengence.
Taking from the Lady her love and the one who made her whole.

Months passed as she mourned...
She realized her warrior had given her two gifts.
His love and his children.
One good one evil...

The Dragon Master

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