Words Much Like Poetry

This was my response to a story challenge put forth by Milton Davis . Find his group, Sword and Soul , on Black Science Fiction Society . Today, there is time enough for stillness. Time enough to rest the calloused soles of my conflict laden feet upon the bare tile. Time enough to look west, out over the nshya , to the distant marshes. They give rise to a mist this day that reaches humid tendrils across the sprawling farmlands which divide the palace from the swamps. Mist which brings with it echoes, remnants of the fallen warriors of my tribe, who beat with one hand the shields which rest against their hips, as if those plates of finely engraved bronze were ingoma , and brandish their spears in the other. As they move toward the palace, they each in turn call out their names, and the names of their fathers, and the names of their sons, and the count of their kills. And as each finishes his recitation, he then takes up the battle cry which we sing as we march out to face our w...

from the beginning, her pull was full of thrill. the attraction of mystery and shadows. her haunting tune drew me to her like the wail of a siren. clandestine meetings on the lonely bench beneath the yellow candle lamp. the cobblestones echoed with unseen horse-trots and chariot chimes. whispers emanate from the corners of my mind as she smiles behind the half shadows. her face is chalk-white pale; haunting. her tog of flawless red and flowing curves. hypnotic. her walk awakening electric attractions. in perfect shadow her eyes aglow and teeth pearl white as she smiles, a purring cat playing with her doomed mouse; the chase her pheromonic ritual. my arousal her hunger, and my pulse the aroma of passion. "hush, little man," she sings in my head, her lips on my neck. and the love bite, a suckle and the goosebumps. my arm grows cold as she sucks my love dry. my neck tickles with tingles and she is ice-cold. fuzzy vision in a deathly embrace and the world is snatched from me. I ...

she looked at him though young, scarcely aware of sorrow she understood he looked, alone at the white stones as they covered the departed and his face hardened against pain little hands tugged at his garments holding a little violet flower and in that moment the soft young face melted his heart even in his final hour the face, though older comforted him, reassured him for freedom was nigh

macabre intrusions, the variety baneful, stench of dungeon rust, an incessant sound of trickles. its avarice though rabid, trapped by twin walls tames it to definition, traps it by constriction. it would be lex talionis , it swears— seething in anger towards pompous bearers of the resplendent whose iron encumbers it. but for a chance it had ignored of Prometheus , the ruse seamless , flawless , light under the cover of shadow , and they struck at the opportune moment ... thundering roars ended in whimpers , ' the Dark Titan is fallen !' they sang , ire mutated into rage the lucent robbing it of its majestic cloak . it had to return, balance had been upset, with light they oppress— their days unoccupied by duels with darker forces. they taunted it, and its strength and will grew, its umbrage tore the earth open, and hades welcomed it home.

she had treasure, housed in a beautiful box it was a music box with words of melody there was always a gleam of ivory, before the melodic led to precious she lent me this box, and I could touch the ivory I could feel the beauty of the treasure box so precious the music treasure box the box was smooth and velvet and the treasure, she showed it to me I heard it when I touched the pretty box I have not forgotten the sound from the box the box whose music was the treasure

paeratus what spoils bring you? o shadow of the storm, me thinks there be skulduggery afoot adora's barge sets sail for orgius- passionada's island vaeleria, your face has a ghastly hue.. dark mistress, save me! adora's fairy dust has poisoned my lungs now it seeks to poison my mind! quickly, stand in my shadow and be restored. paeratus and paenae I want adora's barge looted it shall be done as you have commanded, o keeper of the darkness may it beautify you always aelira, take this vial of dark and cast it upon the master, I will conjure a femme fatale who shall extinguish adora's sparkle for all time .................................. I, of a sudden feel a premonition of doom, darkess schemes against me aerotika! the master must never take his eyes of the temptress o my star twinkle, I shall ride a tingle to the sovereign forthwith I am the mistress of bliss, I must feed him the nectar of pheremona caressa, my sweet magical touch, what has you so teriffied? paera...

the tender weightless misty threads wisped, spiraled up and met with the stately figure they kissed and caressed tender curves, hugged as they rubbed and rose, skidded upon a heaving curve, hit upon the parabolic obstacle and dispersed a hiss upon the glowing brands and new misty weightless rose they knew their enchantment, they knew their instrumentality snatched, they jetted into a dance with garments, a fanning wing tugged at them until they entered the twin cave and a dark bony clawed hand intruded upon the flawless milky skin hoarse cackles mixed with velvet whispers and drool stained the silk and satin pale skin glowed and the curves convulsed narcotic evanescence hovered expectant- a squeal arose from within as coarse and sharp violated supple soft eyes, unblemished white, glowing hankered at her and a stained grin arose from the creature as it held the chain that bound a celestial the damned one rattled the fetters as he hobbled forward and yanked the immaculate into a dirty ...

i have traversed this beach for what seems eons, yet time upon time, what i seek to achieve always escapes me. i seek peace for my tortured soul, in the sound of the crashing waves, in the smell of the salt air, in the feel of the chill wind that whips against my weathered face. i walk now in an area close to, but not near, the water’s edge. my eyes scan the distant horizon, searching an elusive peace of mind in the sun’s reflection upon the blue-green surface of the ocean, walking on sand that bares much witness to my habitual walks, and those of others, as evidenced in the footprints that crater nigh the entire surface of the sand. a testimony of the pain of the world, perhaps? for a while longer, my steady gait gains me silent ground, the crashing waves and the seagulls and such that fly by my only companions. then, i hear them, moments before i see them, a young couple deep in heated debate, the battle waged a fierce one, words their tools and pain their weapons. i slow my already ...

paenae, speak o mistress of the shadows, our master has struck upon a comely endeavor his constitution, I fear, will not withstand the challenge and what say you vaelera? the master's soul pines for amelioration, o dark one a fair one has caught its contemplation maestra, influence on my sovereign wanes , speak his mind alas, o spirit of our host only a vestige of my reach is allowed therein he hides his designs in cahoots with the old soul aelira, my pun - is his laughter ours or of that alien? downcast, I abase myself before your eternal dusk my tickles he no longer feels adora, a fairy, nests upon his heartbeat and her wings, fanned me away from my domain - ticklista my patience wears thin, and where is aerotika? aerotika is mine, now together we shall deliver the master from your mischief and with adora, we shall give the master delectation which you have endeavored to keep for yourself how dare you! you may be the elder soul but I am his spirit you shall not succeed adora prev...