Blood Loss Of Dying Dreams Poem by Knight Fizzstorm

Clouds shaped like bearded angry gods hovering over the vale
blowing penchant winds across the receding dark forest turf
frightened leaves awakening their brothers to the coming gale
trees digging their fingered roots deeper into trembling earth.

Encircling wolves pacing slowly, patiently pressing near
growling, sneering, salacious hunger feeding their feral hate,
I tightly gripped my sword and shield, arresting my human fear,
I had traveled far from Emperion's wrought iron gates.

Lightening coordinated attack for knees, back and soft neck,
swinging wildly, bitten deep, gouged by sharp saliva tipped fangs
beheading the leader the others retreated, reassessed
slinking to their lairs, violent truth always in the balance hangs.

Blue waterfalls of flower ridge faced dominant height mountains
protruding rocks gorging themselves in the virgin crusted streams,
black carrion flying, cawing over my bright trailing stains,
I completely mesmerized in the blood loss of dying dreams.