An elven nation in isolation. Hidden by enchanted vegetation. One insurgent. Broke the spell. All their safeguarding veils fell. Destruction by fallacious ambitions.
Art by Hoàng Lập (Solan)
Prompt: Isolation
Tag: limerick
Prompt: Luminance
A femme fatale. Her hips sway, pendulous. Her weapon glows. With golden luminance. This princess is no damsel. No fiend her gun can’t handle. All her bounties complete. With elegance.
Prompt: Lost
A forest that only the lost can find. An enchanted woodland, warm and alive. Its comfort — a mother’s womb. Nature heals all lost souls’ wounds. A place where only the broken can thrive.
Courtmacsherry woods, Cork, Ireland by Keith Kingston
Prompt: History
History starts with an invader’s vow. A dim man. His dim men. Their lavish scow. A trespasser’s wretched flag. Stabbed it into foreign sands. History ends. The fool, dead by arrow.
Prompt: Ethereal
It ensnares wanderers, the forlorn road. A meandering rowan berry grove. The fae’s realm, ethereal. Mystical. Arboreal. A dark, and mirthless timelessness forebode.
Prompt: Ferocity
Heed caution. Full moons promise bad omens Do not be fooled by beasts who were once men Unbridled ferocity Hungry, wild, monstrosities Make meals of infatuated women
Prompt: Infallible
The monarch, self proclaimed infallible Discovered dragon scales were valuable Sent his men to kill the pests Promised them untold riches Now dead men hang from dragons’ mandibles
Prompt: Adversity
Weary from adversity, she slumbers. Her hunger — pure agony. They hunt her. Mortal darling. A mistake. The claim on his skin — cribrate. Her sole comfort, a stake from her lover.
Prompt: Echo
Munted remains of a mossy moon gate. Tangled in marigolds, it marinates. Nighttime’s zenith, it yawns wide. Lures our children. Echoes lies. At first light, its maw shuts. A golden grave.
Trying my hand at limericks.
Rachel's Floetry 