Showing posts with label fantasy poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fantasy poems. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Derek



Almond shaped eyes,
and that sunny smile.
A flawless face,
of my own desire.

Your bold courage,
made ladies sway.
Your awesome brain,
took my breath away.

Stern warrior,
yet a gentle soul.
Moerian lord,
Derek – perfection!

A creation,
in a tale, untold.
Imagination,
of a little fool.

'First love.'
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ February 23, 2011

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Warlock


Caught within your spell,

I gazed upon your angel face.

Into your arms, I fell.

How I savored your warm embrace.


Safe as I can be,

within your hold, I will remain.

And we shall both see,

the souls of men in each domain.


Such gloom, you will bear.

My bitterness, you will withstand.

And we shall both hear,

the sufferings of evil men.


Thus hold becomes cold,

your comforting arms into air.

Achingly, you fade,

like the stars in the night, so fair.


A potion into a poison.

Your enchantment, lost.

An illusion, such creation -

death of my warlock!


(c) Phoenix Montoya @ October 17, 2010

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Dragons


Behind the shadows, he lurks,

his right hand carries a sword,

the other, a heavy shield.

In his heart, there is courage.


The creature lays in deep sleep.

In a dark cavern, it hides.

Abomination to men,

seems peaceful but a menace.


Brave Jeremy, noble prince,

tired, still his price he seeks

How he had left his tower,

to rescue a young brother.


Alas no brother he sees!

No one besides the beast.

Anguish enrages the lad.

Has it eaten his kin at last?


He moves in ready to strike.

Gloom and anger devours him.

The mighty beast awakens.

It roars, spits a ball of fire.


He shields himself by instinct.

More fiery balls hit him.

A feline’s move, his talent.

Alas, still a frail young prince!


He loses all his weapons,

but boldly he stands his ground.

The dragon looms over him.

No other way, he could win!


Jeremy stares at death’s face.

Unnerve, he raises his fists.

As he waits for its fury,

a girl snatches his glory!


Alecsandra, little Miss,

a daring sister princess.

How she misses her brothers,

and left her loving father.


She carries two shields and swords,

taken from her father’s abode.

Jeremy grabs for the weapons,

and together they rise up.


The princess covers the back,

the boy runs for the stomach.

With these two sibling attacks,

the great dragon takes a gnash!



Copyright *Phoenix Montoya @ September 18, 2010