Across the Hills - Poetry
Just another attempt at poetry. I hope you guys like this one.
It was a tale,
As old as the mountains itself.
Harvesting fire on the peak,
Lived an old witch.
To aid her was an invisible dragon,
Covering the sky with his mighty wings.
It was the day of the beast,
Set loose upon earth,
When it came to strike.
Sins of the human,
Were not a thing to be forgiven,
Pitiful as they were.
In this dark abyss,
Devoid of any meaning,
Scratching pieces of flesh.
Sworn as an angel of death,
She descended upon the old witch,
Slaying her with an blue steel sword.