I Married the Wind

I Married the Wind

A Poem by redhors

I was born to fight.

My veins course with singing wildfire

My hands are rough like my fathers who worked the land

My eyes are sharp and made of silver stone

I see everything.

 

I have never taken a bridle

I have never felt a brand

Some men have tried to break me,

They end up with their backs in the dust.

They curse me as the Widowmaker

 

That's why I married the wind

His fingers pull my hair

His arms guard me against the souls of humans

He calls me his lone lover.

 

No one knows what to think of me

I am the last warrior on this Earth

My red twin left too early

So I must battle alone.

© 2016 redhors


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Wow, this was so enchanting. It's reminds me of my style of writing and I immediately fell in love with it. Such powerful work.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is gorgeous! It literally gave me goosebumps...chilling yet burning with passion and fire. This was very well written, please keep writing!

Posted 7 Years Ago


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