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    Darkkin and seelifein69 - Joint Weekly Poetry Contest (233) Winners!

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    Fissure and Rise
    By Darkkin

    Cloven stride...
    Pounding. Bounding.
    Ground fumbling.
    A trickle of pebbles,
    A flurry of snow.
    Shimmering hide,
    Into the mist.
    Into the night.
    She does go...
    Across the precipice.
    For the farthest ridge.
    At her back, a covetous raging call.
    A horn of a dragon,
    Bloodied and dead.
    Raised to lips of red.
    A call. A call.
    A furious, resounding hunting cry.
    Slaving greed. Lethal intent.
    Upon her trail,
    The hell hounds, set.
    On and on and on.
    She goes...silver horn leading.
    Or upon her carcass the hounds will soon be feeding.

    A creak. A crack.
    A pop. A buckle.
    Another volley, blind in the night.
    Slices deep, slices clean.
    Fire. Fire.
    Burning bright.
    In the glow of the flaming arrow.
    Beneath the hell fire's ominous glow.
    She sees a crack.
    A fissure in the snow.
    The hail of arrows breached the ice pack.
    Aerial dancer, swift and light,
    On and on and on.
    Feeling along.
    Running with care.
    Behind her rises an unholy noise.
    Of hell hounds, demon spawn, and trolls' toys.
    O’er the ridges and off the stones.
    Onto the snow bridge, coursing down.
    Hell horn ringing.

    There was no stilling, slowing down.
    The gluttonous pack pressing hard.
    A snow pack growing weaker with each passing yard.
    Dancer's stride holding tight.
    Fleetfoot, she of femurs, swift and light.
    'Cross the fading bridge and swelling noise.
    Another volley of the trolls' toys.
    Zinging passed her flickering ears.
    A drop of silver blood.
    A single glimmering tear.

    The crimson voice of the dragon's horn.
    A cry to bring down the Unicorn.
    A horrid, bloody ringing.
    It was the last straw.
    It sent the snows....the stones.
    Tumbling. Crumbling... Pounding down.
    On fleet feet.
    Rushing down.
    From the rear,
    From the flanks,
    It comes that thunderous,
    Deadly roaring sound.

    A wave, a torrent,
    Of snow and ice.
    Boulders and pebbles broken free.
    Snow rushing down.
    Fracturing the bridge.
    Churning against the scree.
    A wall of white.
    A wave of red.

    Those of the darkest reaches...
    Death comes crashing down upon their heads.
    Hell hounds bay in mortal fear.
    Knowing. Knowing.
    Their end is near.
    One foot...skidding.
    Two feet...plunging.
    Three feet...trembling.
    Four feet...stumbling.
    A scream of terror.
    A silenced dragon's horn.
    Into the depths of the chasm,
    O'er the precipice....
    Plunge the hunters of the Unicorn.

    A massive gash, miles wide.
    Scars the mountain.
    Turns the tide...
    Down. Down. Down.
    Into the bowels of the world...
    They are recalled.
    Up above...something moves.
    With the avalanche, she did not fall.

    One foot...holding.
    Two feet...reaching.
    Three feet...pressing.
    Four feet...leaping.
    Out. Out. Out.
    Of the gale,
    The blinding, stinging snow.
    Up from the very jaws of death she does go.
    One foot...touching.
    Two feet...gathered.
    Three feet...bound.
    Four feet...flying.
    Up. Up. Up.
    From the chasm,
    Away from the shadows.
    Onto the final peak.
    'Cross the last rise...

    Mt. Imhotep
    By seelifein69

    Footprints leading step by step
    High to the peaks of Mt. Imhotep
    That zenith place among the clouds
    Taking me up from the ground

    Like water desert plants have found…

    Surviving the elements, surely I go
    The sun, the grass, the swamp, the snow
    I set myself a steady pace
    For I am the only one to race

    Running to this zenith place…

    Just when I feel I’ve lost my way
    I’ve made it by the end of day
    To look up at the precipice
    Falling back into my own abyss

    Knowing nothing more than this…
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