Predator
Yellow eyes watching Padded footsteps silent Fear's snatching Shaking; quiver violent Perfect trap Better hustle Twigs snap Leaves rustle Quick dash Swift death Blood splash No breath Invisible daywalkers Take...
"The Thin Line," Part T
One tome stated as its thesis that the lowfolk children were turned into feral equivalents, and set loose in the forests and fields of faerie, never quite forgetting their anthrop nature.
A (Modified)Love Poem
I yearn for nature. that's just the way it is. my soul demands it, like the lungs demand air. i desire the gleeful cries of a magpie atop a fence post, i must have the spicy smell of fallen pine needles in the summer.
Rose Flare
Thorns that entomb the day. Catching all that stray. Scent that snares the soul. All shall pay the toll, or pedals crimson red. Shall cause burning dread. Now be set free from your bonds, and incinerate the grounds. Feed the ruby breeze. Just...
Rose Storm
Thorns that envelope the night. Slashes everything in sight. Sent as sweat as honey. That entices the beast's tummy. Pedals tainted blood red. That dances with no sign of dread. Now be unleashed from your bonds, and fall to the grounds. Lifted...
Creative Writing Prompt #2: Nature Scene
We were given a nature topic, which was to be our title, and told to write descriptive imagery about that nature scene and given about 40 minutes. here's mine.
The Wolf of the Night
The Wolf of the Night By Foxpiper Oh, wolf of the night, what darkness you bring, Your howling announces the setting sun; Over sacred forests where your brethren sing, To the rising moon, a wondrous one. As a child of Fenrir, I see in your...
Prologe of the Fox
I would've died if it wasn't for the forest and it's inhabinints, who nurtured me back and taught me to live as a protector to nature. it's been three years since then, and i've changed immensely from the broken, tortured person i was; i evolved.
the foxes tale
One day, i had a dream that told a story about a demon fox, who was dying who needed a host for her soul. on a faithful day this farmer comes along begging for rain to help his lands and fox demon granted him this plea as long as he can take care of...
Witch [Poem]
nature calls to me and i answer her. i believe in god because he believes in me. candles, potions, hexes, spells, seven heavens, seven hells. black cats and gemstones, plants and spices, knowlege and power.
The Cat
The wind was whispering softly against the rugged surface of a cliff, the turbulent air making its way in to a small opening. A leaf from a tree near by releases its grip and falls down, as it falls the wind plays with it, softly carrying it up and...
War of Extremes
In antarctica, two armies of penguins get into a territorial battle. There are the penguins of the sky (The penguins who shaved off all their white feathers, also, its always night in this antarctica), and the penguins of the land (ones who shaved off...