Bilbo Baggins
08-14-2004, 08:11
this is something I wrote a while back, I know that there are gramatical errors and errors in syntax but I am not a profesional and just write when the mood strikes me........
He charges into the night with reckless abandon into the calm of the forest eyes wild with panic
Winters winds blow and swirl a night fog slowly through the trees
With ragged breaths drawn to fuel his frantic flight he runs, clawing, stumbling and staggering through the forests darkness
The moon light robbed from him my clouds creeping across the sky.
Tears, the lifeblood of his soul blur his vision as his face and arms are torn by the branches slowing his flight.
Sounds of the unseen creatures in the mists of the forest unheard by his deaf ears
Onward he fights neither knowing nor caring the destination, reason and thought forsaken.
Through small gaps in the clouds Luna casts shafts of lights illuminating the mists
Through his blurred eyes visions mix with sight, driving him further into the forest his reason taken.
Flowing lines of fog hide the ground and confuse the landscape
A hidden root seems to grasp his ankle and fells him to the earth knocking the breath from his breast
The mists of the night slowly flow back to surround his supine form
He lies on his back in the moss and loam of the forests earth his back arced and his mouth open in a silent scream of torment.
Trees move and sway seeming to dance in the winds
Lying spread out against the dew covered forest floor trying to draw strength from mother earth his body shakes with emotion
The cold ground slowly draws the strength from him
His hands clench and gather the earth at his fingers, as his lungs fill with breath and passions.
Slowly the moon fights her way from behind the blanket of clouds covering her
He throws back his head and the night of the forest is shattered with his scream of longing, torn from the very fiber of his soul.
Startled birds cry out from their slumber and take flight
The night quiets and stills as his cry echoes up the valley lingering and fading over time carrying his sorrow.
Having broken free Luna shines brightly upon him bathing the mist in a silvery light
In calm sorry he lays breathing deeply from his excursion and pain
The moons light fills the mists making him appear to be floating on a sea of silver
He charges into the night with reckless abandon into the calm of the forest eyes wild with panic
Winters winds blow and swirl a night fog slowly through the trees
With ragged breaths drawn to fuel his frantic flight he runs, clawing, stumbling and staggering through the forests darkness
The moon light robbed from him my clouds creeping across the sky.
Tears, the lifeblood of his soul blur his vision as his face and arms are torn by the branches slowing his flight.
Sounds of the unseen creatures in the mists of the forest unheard by his deaf ears
Onward he fights neither knowing nor caring the destination, reason and thought forsaken.
Through small gaps in the clouds Luna casts shafts of lights illuminating the mists
Through his blurred eyes visions mix with sight, driving him further into the forest his reason taken.
Flowing lines of fog hide the ground and confuse the landscape
A hidden root seems to grasp his ankle and fells him to the earth knocking the breath from his breast
The mists of the night slowly flow back to surround his supine form
He lies on his back in the moss and loam of the forests earth his back arced and his mouth open in a silent scream of torment.
Trees move and sway seeming to dance in the winds
Lying spread out against the dew covered forest floor trying to draw strength from mother earth his body shakes with emotion
The cold ground slowly draws the strength from him
His hands clench and gather the earth at his fingers, as his lungs fill with breath and passions.
Slowly the moon fights her way from behind the blanket of clouds covering her
He throws back his head and the night of the forest is shattered with his scream of longing, torn from the very fiber of his soul.
Startled birds cry out from their slumber and take flight
The night quiets and stills as his cry echoes up the valley lingering and fading over time carrying his sorrow.
Having broken free Luna shines brightly upon him bathing the mist in a silvery light
In calm sorry he lays breathing deeply from his excursion and pain
The moons light fills the mists making him appear to be floating on a sea of silver