The Storyteller: Face To Face
The Storyteller:
Face To Face
Artwork: J. E. Bowser
The end draws near for the elder
Knight still haunted by the vision
Of an anguished queen, his new bride,
And love so pure it knew no bounds.
To battlegrounds where once he fought
A crimson beast of vast power,
The thundering within his breast
Is deafening all that surrounds.
He did not hear the dark stranger
Emerging from the shadowed wood,
Nor the sorceress's wicked laughter.
Among the toppled stones he'd ride
Til his eyes have spied a glimmer.
At long last hope, he's found his prize.
From the tree line our younger spies
The elder on a stallion dark
Searching for coveted treasure
Amongst stones of a castle keep.
The same said glimmer pulls him forth
Prodded by a mistress's lies
To confront the stranger before
A legend slips out of his reach.
Across the fen he slowly creeps
All caution is forgotten now
In a charmed daze as she'd beseech
Him to return with her pleasure.
A fated meeting. A heart weeps
Far away, one closer savors.
Reaching down the elder's hand grasps
An old memory forged and honed.
With the tremor of remembrance
He sees the stealthy younger's steel.
Renewed purpose has found it's hold
A blow is blocked with steely rasp
Into the eyes of familiar
Hue, our warriors stand repealed.
Just beyond the younger, she gasps
Her presence now revealed to both
And her deceitful spell unclasps.
As a shadow falls, a new chance
To redeem all the pain held fast
A warrior's final vengeance.
A final battle………………..
By Sharon Elaine English
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