Crimson Knight ~ Five
He heard the gate and smelled her scent
Before he saw her there
Like summer rain, amongst the dank
Dark and sulphurous demon lair
He closed his eyes to feel her heart
Racing in the dark
Unlike him, she still pumped blood
Through a living, beating heart
He had been close, his temptations ripe
To keep her down below
But he had grown oh, so careless
Believing she’d never go.
But that was then and this is now
No longer was she there
She had run, escaped her fate
Cheating demon lair.
But time was friend to one who never
Had the fear of death
And for 100 years he had vowed
To be the one to take her breath.
“Your tricks grow old, you must stop”
He smiled at the sound,
Her voice like summer, a cooling rain
He slowly turned around.
This Crimson post will be going up as my One Shot Wednesday post at One Stop Poetry. Just a little bit of fun this week, nothing too deep, no rants against society, just a comic book moment. 🙂 For those who take any interest, you can find all my Crimson Knight posts under her tab above. Thanks for stopping by, and thanks to One Stop Poetry for providing us all with this awesome opportunity to get to know and share. Happy One Shot Wednesday Eve!