The ultimate symbol of freedom (Form: Terzanelle) |
Riders of the Moon A cold wind hums through brittle trees as shadows flow across the snow. The riders of the moon are free. Keen senses alert as they go, their instincts guide them through the night as shadows flow across the snow. A drifting scent blends with the light, their hunting spirit sings through veins; their instincts guide them through the night. In silence now, no thought remains, impelled by need, they onward forge. Their hunting spirit sings through veins. The moon, itself, seems to engorge as sanguine streaks paint the fresh snow impelled by need, they onward forge. Their songs of conquest darkly grow. A cold wind hums through brittle trees as sanguine streaks paint the fresh snow, the riders of the moon are free. Notes: An entry for "Summer Days Writing Contest -- CLOSED" [13+] Form: Terzanelle is a great way to drive a theme home. The refrains allow you to repeat really powerful lines. There is no meter or syllable count dedicated to this form, but each line should be of similar length or metrical count. The rhyme pattern for this form is: A1B1A2, B2C1B1, C2D1C1, D2E1D1, E2F1E1, F2A1F1A2 Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome. Ken |