Two Sentence Tuesday #31

            The valiant knight, wielding a sword of emerald flame, had stood defiantly before the fury of the vile warlord, who waved his menacing, sanguine blade with an insatiable hunger for devastation. In the space between heartbeats, the dueling nemeses had attacked with a cataclysmic clash that had shaken the very foundations of the earth. 

Hunger

Hunger

By Brandon Palzkill               

He treks beneath

the silvery blue luminescence,

and bares his jagged teeth

at the impenetrable darkness.

Streaking, hurling, growling, howling,

an alluring scent has found its nose,

across the shimmering midnight breeze…

he smells his new prey.

The ground disappears beneath his paws,

faster than the hummingbird’s wings.

Broken, crooked trees stand aside

as he bounds savagely onward,

ravenous hunger guiding him

toward his sacrificial lamb.

Nearly there; nearly upon it;

the pungent scent smothers his face.

He licks his watering lips,

savoring the aroma’s flavor

while his eager face stings

from the succulent winds;

he wants now; he needs it now.

He finds his target,

the unsuspecting victim,

and nothing can stop him now.

He growls again,

yet, no louder than his panging

stomach;

he runs faster, it draws nearer,

he bears down on the poor creature

and he pounces...