I've always been in awe of people with a talent for poetry. The integration of meter, rhythm, and rhyme into a work make it reach a level a beauty I think is unachievable in prose. That being said, I've never been all that good at it. But, inspired by several poems on this site, I decided I wanted to try my hand at it again. Of the few ideas I had, I think this one turned out the best.
Across the peaks, majestic beast
Lay stiff with scales of richest gold.
The guardian for fiendish gates
Of horrors better left untold.
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Deep within, the caverns ring
With sounds of suffering and demise.
A mighty demon waits in sleep,
Once again to rise.
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His life - the price - set the seal,
And did the darkness bind.
To hold the demon deep within
The recesses of his tortured mind.
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Day and night an angel watched;
Kept guard over sleeping form.
And with vigilance will continue to
Until the day he will transform.
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Days were cold, the wind did howl
Beneath the shadows of the beast.
But oath she made; said she would wait
'Till his need to serve was ceased.
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In solitude he holds the ground
Wherein the sleeping demon lie.
Though the angel plead him not,
On lips were whispered soft goodbye.