Flash Fiction, Fantasy, and Poetry
Come out from the briars / Where you hid in pain / Come back to the bowers / Where we danced and sang…
This is Lacillae’s lament for her betrothed. Though he is lost in darkness, she longs for him to return “To Light! To Life! To Love!” (“Spellbound,” line 21).
“An elemental rift tore the valorous offspring of Luendarth and Emythrene apart, and they, in kind, tore the prophecy asunder.”
Here lies the prophecy reforged.
“An elemental rift tore the valorous offspring of Luendarth and Emythrene apart, and they, in kind, tore the prophecy asunder.”
From the Bright Lands, Elvish armies march under these words.
“An elemental rift tore the valorous offspring of Luendarth and Emythrene apart, and they, in kind, tore the prophecy asunder.”
From the Grim Regions, Elvish armies march under these words.
Since it has been far too long since any adventurer has recorded that they dueled in riddles against a dragon, here is a simple riddle about the four seasons that doubles as a sneak peek into my upcoming novel: “The Rise of Magmartan,” where one such duel takes place.
Beauty emblazoned in battle / Bladed, balanced, and brazen / The bane of curses blooms / Colored as the sakura…
I pity those who cross my path / When the moon insights my wrath / I never plan to wound my friends / I cannot say what the wolf intends…
The deepest dread / Hides among the dead / Clawed fingers, gnarled hands / Scrape the mists of the Shadowlands / Grasp adventurers’ ankles / Trap them either above or below / Until the darkest door devours / Or the raunchiest ranch ravishes / Their valorous souls…
Bequeathed our sire / The blood desire / His stinging venom / Hath no addendum / For each bite spreads / The thirst for bloodshed…