The Seer's Temple

Haiku.

Halls with engraved walls,
a seer's ancient resting place -
long forsaken tomb.

Wind blows, spirit growls,
something lurks with darkly trace,
faceless shadows loom.

Runes brighten, ignite,
magic sparks the dust and clay
wavering the floor.

Unable to fight
the darkness burns away
the threat is no more.

Unwelcome you are
if poison runs in your soul
stay away from here.

Step right in if far
pure intentions are at hold,
nothing is to fear.

Author's Note

just a haiku, painting a story with words.

Reviews

[Moonie]

I think you're a really talented writer, and I like your distinctive style. I don't know if you'll be adding more poetry on here or not, but if you do, I'll definitely want to read them!