Posted in drama, fantasy, My Poetry, Writing

Haunted

I see a glassy grim visage.
This odd mirage
pursues me through the desert sands—
forsaken lands
abandoned by both life and death.
No luck, no wealth,
no hope or joy is present here;
the King is fear.
The face still haunts me with its glare.
It hides the flare
of Helios’s cleansing rays.
The deathly gaze
won’t leave me till I find myself.
No one will help—
the path is mine alone to take,
the choice is mine
to make


Written for both today’s and yesterday’s Daily Post Prompts.

Haven’t written a poem with such a rhythm before. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!

Photo Credit: Chris Koeth

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Absolutely fantastic procrastinator. Creative, often irrational, hyperactive. Reader, writer, artist, photographer, film-maker, gamer.

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