Two Thousand Years in a Matter of Moments
Two Thousand Years in a Matter of Moments
The cold pallid blanket of winter chill had already been laid
tucked into an unmade bed of towers, castles, halls, mansions, and arks
stretching to the tall wooden bedposts on a lone icy jut of land
from the crest of which, at the head, a host of templar knights,
aglow in gold and plate, and the ragged remnants of the displaced
with not a familiar face among, stood in wait before the frame,
gazing at the snowy white range in the way, and the temporal lights
waxing and waning around king and peak,
grinding rapidly away solid stone and grey granite rock
with heavy rains and rapid winds, sapping away
the two thousand years left inside
the ankh handed by the divine
when the bed was made
and the covers
were shared
by two.
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Authors: Robert William Shmigelsky. Form: Poem. Length: 16 lines. Editor who accepted this story: Previous Editors.
Author Bio
Robert William Shmigelsky is unapologetic in his pursuit of excellent high fantasy and has been writing fantasy for himself longer than he can remember, but has only recently begun to write for others.
Abandoned Towers Content: Balance Dark Magic Goblins Inexperienced Ranger Lion’s Gate Minervian Marriage Market Nymph Summoned Steeds The Artisans The Sea People Time Armor Two Thousand Years in a Matter of Moments
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October 11th, 2012 at 10:10 am
I like Haiku and enjoyed reading your poem.