Talala looked down on the city square of Tantovar and smiled. Around her, people danced in a throng that filled the square. The rhythmic beat of hand drums and skirl of pipes filled the air with joyous sounds. “If only I could dance with them,” thought the goddess. But her body of carved stone was affixed to the temple dais. For deities could not enter the world of their own accord. They could only view it through the sta...
A woman, I can see you Gazing from afar With hair of gold And a mare of transcendence The life fades from me As the blood seeps thru my wounds But I do not fear what comes next For my goddess will come for me I see you, Valkyrja Riding alongside your sisters You’ve come to take me far away Take me to meet divinity That I may gaze upon Her tears of red gold And that immaculate necklace That sits atop her bosom Take my hand...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I amNothing.AndSomething.Something andNothingThat float in the ether,Shadows of grace on the ancient days;Patters of rain on the rocks of suffering;Bolts of blue lightning on the endless ocean;Whispers of pain in the ears of my beloved.I amSighs.AndGasps.Gasping andSighingOn the eve of Tomorrow,Bending and swaying in legends of...
Puffy pink clouds dancing across a dawning sky.Billowing pillows, fluffy, tenderly inviting, sigh. Angels resting their heads, maybe dreaming?Brightening with the breaking day, gleaming.Picture perfect shades of dark and light.Shifting from darkness, a dazzling sight.Transformation awe inspiring, imagination grows,stimulating words, images, origin of this prose.Needing to find the ideal phrase for description. Projecting...
