Poem: Epic

Epic

Tis their chase littered with unending corpses
‘Tis a dogged race with the savages of Norse’s
I’ve slain them again and again
Still their shadows circle us from bloody skies
Fire breathing dragons like Satan’s kites

Fragrance of jasmine from her lovely tresses
Mixes odours with the rotting carcasses
Her warm breath behind my neck
Holding me tight, her lips part ways
Fear not, I comfort with resolute gaze

A deranged one dives with burning eyes
Unsheathing the sword over the precipice
Life plays a ghastly roll of the dice
A swift evasion and a mighty sweep
A dismembered head shrieks over the heap

On the handle of my sword my fingers tightened
She held me tight, lithe arms wrapped from behind
Her lovely countenance rests lightly on me
My palm placed on hers, my mind easen
My steed gallops gently towards the horizon

Hi! Welcome to ArunRocks, an odd collection of writeups on programming, travel, gadgets and practically anything under the sun. This state of affairs could be blamed on the ecelectic interests of your host, Arun Ravindran. He loves programming in several languages especially Python. He is currently a developer member of the Django Software Foundation. Read more...

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