THE RESCUE
a little boy hides in the forest, he's
cold and scared,
shivering, he hides under a fallen tree,
encased in the shadows,
the sounds of the forest brings him peace,
often the wilderness would bring him peace,
at his old village,
it seemed that even the creatures of the
forest would watch over him at night,
he would watch elves play in the forest,
they would sing and dance the night away,
in the village he was withdrawn and would
avoid the villagers,
soon the rumors started about him and his
nocturnal habits,
accusations of spell casting, calling demons,
even unholy sacrefices,
of course none of it was true, just silly
rumors,
the boy simply felt that he was different and
that he didn't belong,
a foreigner in the village of man, yet at home
in the forest,
then a neighboring family's daughter caught a
life threatening illness,
she died only days later, the village was furious,
they burned his family's home, and accused them of spellcasting, then took them before judgement of the village, he managed to flee,
now he hears the angry mob hunting for him, torches blaze in the distance,
he hears their movements, and their angry yells,
he remembers a woman from his last village, here in his last moments,
he feed her and watched over her as her wounds healed,
she promised him the forest would always watch over him, and protect him as he did for her,
he can now see their figures in the dark, he prepares for the worst, and his certain death,
behind him a howl breaks into the night, followed by others,
gigantic wolves emerge from the shadows of the darkness, they chase the villagers away,
the surprized boy turns to see the woman from his memory, she looks at him with outstretched arms,
he runs toward her with tears in his eyes, holding her tightly,
she hugs him back, repeating her earlier promise,
with amber eyes she looks at the rising moon, as she hears her wolf brothers howl in the distance.
This is my art I can draw very little. My love is in these words alone, and the heart of my baby. I write stories with my poems and hope you enjoyed this one if you have check out my journal sometime too will have more in the future but now I write love poems for my baby it makes her happy and me too, but to any fans I have haha, Ashlyn will return some day lol.
I write poetry and some stories, in love and getting married soon. She is gorgeous and such an angel her picture is in my pictures below and portfolio too. Most of my poems are about our love these days but we'll try to get some more in my journal if you liked this one. Most of my poems can be found at www.Allpoetry.com/nightfang. Here's a poem I wrote for my future bride, hope you enjoy it like she has.
ROSES FOR JESSICA
you lay in a hospital bed, feeling depressed,
you've been told of a fate most disturbing,
they give you medicine to help you sleep,
as your body rest, your mind wonders,
it travels in the form of a dream,
nightmares for some, visions of beauty for
others,
through the clouds and over the water you
go,
chirping birds fly past you, as the sunshine
and breeze caresses you,
below is a garden, it's beauty can be seen
from a far,
this is a special place for you, your place
full of white roses,
as you land in the garden, you notice a trail
of petals,
it comes from the garden and leads into your
house,
you enter and see me there waiting for you,
I rush to you, and lift you off of the floor,
hugging you tightly, I only pause to look in
your eyes,
you awaken in the hospital, still sick from
the drugs,
a bouquet of white roses beside your bed,
and me smiling down toward you, glad to see
you've awoken,
I take your hand into mine, whispering I love
you into your ear,
telling you as long as you stay here I will
be by your side,
your still drowsy, so I kiss you on your lips,
they are as soft as petals,
and watch you fall back asleep, looking
peaceful as you dream,
so I sit back down, still holding your hand in
mine, as I doze off to be with you in your
dreams.
Love Scotty
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