bixster [2014-08-29 14:34:38 +0000 UTC]
I was looking for a picture to compliment my poem today, and I found this, which is stunning, and it fits, so I'm showing you my words that fit your art. Blessings. Sir Bix
Dire Circumstances (c) David Crawford Bixby
Wind torn clouds flee across the moon,
A lone dark rider streaks past the dune;
Thundering sounds of hooves and waves,
The posse pursues him late for the grave.
Their distance is closing now is the time,
A dark ship waits for the incoming tide;
One look back and then a burst of speed,
Nothing can catch him in his hour of need.
He’s in dire circumstances,
Getting some furtive glances;
There’s slim to none chances,
As the mortal game advances.
A lightning flash blinds his hunters,
Losing the fox in fading thunder;
Sight regained and now they see,
A dark ship laughing out at sea.
He’s in dire circumstances,
Getting some furtive glances;
There’s slim to none chances,
As the mortal game advances.👍: 0 ⏩: 1