The castle knights had been absent for three months engaged in battle with the Manglelegion tribe on the southern side of Celtic Pass.. The small Celtic village comprised mostly of woman and children were nestled between two mountain ridges where any military advantage by pontential attacks from the Manglelegion tribe were hopefully reduced to certain defeat by the elite forces of the castle guard.. Edmund Doyle, the commander of the castle guard had created the village as a safe house mostly for the aged, and women and children, but especially for his wife Shantiel, and his daughter Chershay. In the advent of a long and pitched battle they had always been secure fromfrom retaliation, yet in this season the Manglelegion scouts hadfrom managed to breach the protected pass which had ensured against any surprise attack. Edmund Doyle had trained two wolves, a female he named Satin, and a male he called Pounce. These wolves he trained to seek him out in the advent of an enemy attack. The wolves were trained to carry an article of clothing to Edmund Doyle though they had to make their way through dense forest.. But it was Satin, Doyle's most beloved wolf that had won his trust to deliver a message.. The infamous warrior Darkhorse of the Manglelegion tribe had boasted on several ocassions that he would see Edmund Doyle's wife and child hanged and would feed their flesh to the birds had lead his small bad of warriors through the Celtic pass and would make good on his promise to vanguish the unarmed Celtic village and to put to death the wife and child of Edmund Doyle.. On this battlefield blanketed with snow Doyle sharpened his sword in a forest lit only by the moon.. He paused, as a sound behind him alerted his attention He was greeted by a warm tongue upon his face.. It was Satin, is beloved female wolf with the red scarf of Doyle's wife tucked under her collar.. Doyle knew by this that the Manglelegion tribe had broken through the pass and that he would never reach the village in time to save its inhabitants.. But now his only hope lay in Pounce who he trained for the sole purpose of identifying and killing Darkhorse.. Pounce was no messager dog, but a natural killer which no amount of training could quell.. It was Pounce, who was crouching at the forest edge and with steel blue eyes studied every move of Darkhorse as he lead Doyle's wife and child to be hung in front of sobbing villagers.. And it was Darkhorse who would turn to discover the primal instincts of Pounce and he who greets with fire!
We call them cool Those hearts that have no scars to show The ones that never do let go And risk the tables being turned
We call them fools Who have to dance within the flame Who chance the sorrow and the shame That always comes with getting burned
But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire 'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong Those who can face this world alone Who seem to get by on their own Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak Who are unable to resist The slightest chance love might exist And for that forsake it all
They're so hell-bent on giving ,walking a wire Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire
Standing outside the fire Standing outside the fire Life is not tried, it is merely survived If you're standing outside the fire
There's this love that is burning Deep in my soul Constantly yearning to get out of control Wanting to fly higher and higher I can't abide Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire Standing outside the fire Life is not tried, it is merely survived If you're standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire Standing outside the fire Life is not tried, it is merely survived If you're standing outside the fire
A great read... thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USAFeb 9, 2014
Wow! That was a magnificent piece of work Rapture.. xxxx
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and yours..Just grabbed a name out of the air . Thanks
bro.
A whole lot of great poetry here and wonderfull
new poets.
"Standing Outside The Fire"
We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned
We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned
But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all
They're so hell-bent on giving ,walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
There's this love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly higher and higher
I can't abide
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire
A great read... thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
Rapture.. xxxx
Kathy
I will post it here ...
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good luck guys and gals