The Great Tetralogy
Water, Earth, Fire, and Air.
~)~
In flow they tipped toe,
singing through stones high and low,
cliff side crescendo.
/^\
Quiet rumbling,
expanse ever humbling,
change now crumbling.
:*:
Winter’s foe licks black,
consuming never goes back,
till the final crack.
>>>
Tickle leaves above,
feeding lungs below with love,
a wrath to fear of.
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A Shapeshifter's Requiem
Orange sparks danced across the surface of the jail tower’s glossy black stones, which reflected back warped light as her talons scraped and clicked against the floor, testing her prison. Head turning, she followed the round spiral of the dark tower until her eyes landed on a lone windowsill, barred and out of reach. The sparks she produced fizzled out in stagnant pops, telling a chilling conclusion which rested in her uneasy chest: They know what I am… she thought, as her whole body shivered in the soft moonlight.
By Danny Pennystone4 years ago in Fiction
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They are all great! My favorites are Water & Earth. In the most succinct yet palpable way, you have captured their majesty. 😊