To the mountaintop he must fly
Already halfway there
For the beast awaits his arrival
Calling him out loud and hard
He stands intimidating
Proud and gloating
A show of power
This soulless prowler
Luring him deeper
Under its spell
Trying to wrap round
Get that final hold
But this night is different
The tables being turned
For he wears her love
Like a shield of armor
And this night
He does not
Fly alone
©2012 jillie
jillterry.com
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November 13th, 2012 at 11:18 pm
A great fantasy poem. Love the idea of fighting the beast (perhaps a metaphor?) but now, no longer alone. I feel this very strongly. Thanks for sharing.