A Crimson Tide in Spring

The fesse upon his shield
ashen-grey from dust
eyes seacold looking
upon the realm.
crimson crystallized,
all upon his
Escutcheon --

Perched upon a hill
a mound,
peeping sounds
he waits and peers
afore the spring
and past the grotto
Astound --

His face now
wind worn, blistered
from the Sunne.
salt and pepper
splayed upon the wind
the springs solace
Tranquil --

Thanatos persists
hovering above.
Blue de France,
sparkling, the spring tide
wondering East,
the sleeping Nymph
Arouse --

Risen, astired
beyond the spring great.
Her beauty,
aesthetically etched
upon her face;
eyes of spring green
Spectating --

Watching our Hoplite
Crimson spreading throughout
the spring tide.
Decelerating --
his face, once aglow
with light
now worn with
Fright.

Reviews

[Cierra]

Very descriptive and well written. I enjoyed this piece a lot. I'll be sure to read your other pieces, for sure!

An incredible writer, you are!

[emmajoy]

There's past phrasing in this, a wonderful discomfort of words yet written with style; a story told as a traveller might have, leaving myths in his wake! A knight's tale colourfully, quite dramatically told. Must read other posts in a while.