I Dream of Home

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I see them flying
When I dream of home
Night winged creatures
In the darkened hills
Careening through the crevices
Of terrible mountains
Leading to the castle top
Feared by all

On a blood red moon
My soul hungers and shines
And flies with them
In search of sustenance
Shunned by all
We swoop and bend
Souls to our will
For such red elixir that
Is our only life

Their mournful music
To my ancient ears
Is more pitiful than I
Remembering battlefields of old
Now barren and lost
Where I fly as a soul
Unfettered
Remembering glories
And dream of home

(C) Helen M Valentina 2017

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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4 Responses to I Dream of Home

  1. Remembered glories are what we hold till new ones take their place. Nice one, Helen.

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  2. Pingback: I Dream of Home — The Darker Realms | Fantasy Sources: Art, Gifts, Ideas, Article Resources, News

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