Epic Poetry Part 2
Three white horses cantered through the ambush,
slightly serrated on the inside curve
the deadpan radiant perfection, in the sentences
synesthesic proses
Lord Malice could do something nefarious
His build was slim but strong, like a rapier
Between these two rode a raven-haired lady
The craggy piece of the granite
Drew herself up with regal disdain
other-worldly watches
soon they will bed down
A doe, with a pronounced limp
And there was a ruddy light
from stolid glaciers
A brooding mist crept along the floor
and a buckskin tube protected his sliver bow.
poem by C.D. Xiang
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