Violet Skies: Story And Poem Poem by Cody Maxie

I
Collecting his courage he approaches her,
As she strokes her plush blond hair.
He gently recites those heart-breaking words
"I'm going to Hell's Lair."

'Oh how could this be' she bellowed inside,
Pushing tears out of those precious eyes.
'Why does he have to leave me again! '
She cogitates, then sighs.

"My love, I know this hurts, "
Those words delivered of his breath.
"But I'll be fine, I promise."
Knowing that this will be his inevitable death.

Her muscles tighten as she grips his hand
Devoted to never let go.
"Please, you can't." in a mumble.
As he stands, she yelps "no! "

"If it were my choice I would stay with you."
He declares, as a teer slips down his cheek.
His hand grip lessens, becoming limp,
But her hand not a bit weak.

A meek smile crosses his lips
As he plants his last kiss.
"I have to go now... I love you."
Finally straying from this bliss.

II
Stomp stomp, the sound of troops
Marching to this place of hell.
He walks along saturated with fear
Of that awful, deathly smell.

'Is it dead men? I'm next! '
These thoughts poured from his head.
His heart pounding, blood racing,
And Emotions ruled by dread.

Oh the land, so black and ghastly
housing it's barbaric beasts.
"Bad things happen to those who venture here! "
Hisses a morbid priest.
"Save yourselves, run away! "
His volume slightly increased.

III
She carries the weight of sadness,
And colors her feelings gray.
'If only I had a way to escape.'
From her new lover, dismay.

A coruscation of freedom!
Sharp and acute it hangs.
None other than her husbands work cutlass,
May it free her from misery's fangs?

So steady she holds it,
In her state of audacity.
Will she do it? Can she?
To rest. To cure love's rapacity.

IV
The air is sweltering hot
As the sun beams down on this barren land.
"we're closing in! "
Yells the fierce general with a motion of the hand.

'This is it, I end here.'
The words of his silent speech.
He reminisces over his life.
From the distant, the beast's screech,

A flood of dwarf demons emitted by the fire,
Hurl themselves towards the men.
The men together dispense what for,
But this is only a minor win.

Out pops the head of the dark entity.
Not even a name to know for the very least.
Ugly it is and oh so bulged with muscle,
The most dark and evil beast.

"Archers, fire! "
Shouted the general in a crackly voice.
Our young man pulls out his short-sword,
For he haven't another choice.

He runs and ducks, dodging a swipe,
Sent by that beast himself.
His speed is quick, reflexes in tune,
Moving like a warrior elf.

The archers and soldiers attack with passion,
But are slaughtered without chance.
Then again there may be hope,
Now they have advance!

He closes in, bracing his sword.
'Now or never, for my love! '
The sword flies from his hand,
And pierces that eye above.

A scream, a cry!
The monster falls in pain.
No one can believe what they see,
This thing of misery officially slain.

"Hero! Zoltan is the killer! "
They chant and rave.
He appreciates the acknowledgment,
But his wife is what he purely craves.


V
Green grass shelters a beautiful knoll,
Lifting a humble abode.
"I'm back! Honey! "
Calling as he retires his heavy load.

Not a reply, nor protest,
comes from inside those doors.
As he approaches, a sense of smell
Makes his breathing a nasty chore.

He opens the door and guess what he finds,
as he falls and lets out his cries.
Soon enough he sees a glimmer,
The same knife tempting his eyes!

So steady he holds it,
In his state of audacity.
Will he do it? Can he?
To rest. To cure love's rapacity.