As he tread through the woods
He couldn't help but suspect
He was being followed
Broken or not-
He was a warrior, and as a warrior,
His senses were always on alert
And when he learnt about the Maniac in the town
He was even more alert, tense and alarmed
Just as he was about to take another step
An axe was swung at him
He ducked and drew his sword out
And viola!
There stood a man
A hatchet in his right hand a glaive in his left
He stood grinning like a fool
And surely-
With his bloody clothes;
Bloody hands;
And a goofy grin
He truly did look like a maniac
He swung his axe at the warrior
All the while trying to stab him with his dagger
And the warrior acted on his instinct, impulse and training
He blocked the blows with his sword
The sword that was given to him by the Witch
For he hath broken his sword what seemed eons ago
The sounds of metal clashing with metal echoed through the eerie forest
The ragged breathing of the maniac and the warrior the only human noise
Hiss
The Warrior hissed
The Maniac had thrown a fistful of sand into his eyes
And when he finally saw again,
The Maniac was nowhere to be found
He had fled
And the Warrior wove his way in the woods
To the cottage of the Witch.
And all through his way
He couldn't help but think
Of his short encounter in the woods
With the Maniac on loose~
YOU ARE READING
The Twists and Taste of Destiny
FantasiaThis is a story of two warriors Both of whom have known pain Both of whom have been broken and crushed They rose from the darkness sucking it's energy Determined to find light Come with them Read through the book Dance lightly along...
