A storm is brewing
dark clouds swirl
eddies in the sky
roiling whirlpools
Thunder rumbles
ominous portent of danger
Morgan and Michael stand on a hilltop
Morgan’s long hair billows
her face a picture of steely determination
Michael stands tall beside her
resolve on his face unmistakable
his sword tip down to the ground
hand on hilt
battle ready
the blade flashes and gleams
reflecting lightening energy flashes
Their presence calms
those who have heard
the enemy horn
call to war
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I think you’re reading Game of Thrones!
Ha! Ha! You may be right 🙂 Perhaps that is where the seed of inspiration came from 🙂
Whatever your inspiration, Mary, I like this!! Great image and a poem that ended in an unexpected place for me. Yes, it’s true; I have not read Game of Thrones.