Preparation
Thursday, May 22, 2003 (23:15:48)

Posted by Zoriac

This is a poem that I found while surfing the net. I think it completely fits with this site and with the whole ADnD theme. I hope everyone else likes it as much as I did.

Preparation
By Steve "Zayix Falgorna" Stewart


The mother of heat gathered the warriors to her breast
filling the night with her moist, sticky breath
Far off, a bird loosed a pale, mournful cry
No other creature dared break stillness nigh

Not silence, but lull, a feeling of isolation
Each unshaven man alone walks in line
Mud-spattered and scratched, a nest place for insects
burrowed deep among his warm folds of flesh

Each stride coaxes creaks from worn swords in leather scabbards
weapon oil breathing a taste like strong musk
whispering pleas for a meal of steel and lust
and curbing to their gnawing appetites

One behind the other, they watch the sweat bead and roll
trace the neckline of each last man to go
and the village lights flicking through the haze
Ahead, their leader signals a stay.