Serpent
The serpent Hor swam the River Florn
To find the Shadow King Pol’tnorn
Elderwoods is a dreary place
Where its dwellers hide without a trace
Hor searched and swam, swam and searched
Through stagnant water, and lifeless earth
The sun was up, high and bright
He’d have more luck if he searched at night
He turned back to the water and gently slithered
Into the depths of the murky river
Back to the P’tor caves he would go
To return in better light, or so
From the banks the king looked on
Still in the shadows until Hor was gone
Confused he was as to why Hor would come
And reveal himself in the afternoon sun
Wonderful storytelling.
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Thanks, Sharon.
I shall have to get back to this epic!
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Your story poems continue to delight Tom! 🙂 ❤
Blessed Be! 🙂 ❤
Prenin.
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Thanks, Prenin… I like to try!
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Hmm. Methinks the Serpent has a plan. 🙂
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So it seems, Diane…
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