Dangit! If I had seen this post yesterday, I WOULDNT HAVE BEEN LATTTEEEEEEEEE meh i hope there's still time so imma just do a poem anyway (if im too late it doesnt have to count)
The Stallion in the Darkness
By Emily. R
In the dead of the night
While all the others were sleeping
The feeling of dread clung to the air
Like the decaying carcass that bear the wolves a feasting
No moon, no stars shining in the dark pasture above
The ebony sky helped the black steed camoflauge into the night
For no one saw the Guardian coming
If they did, they would bestow upon the sight
His flowing mane rippling in the air
His golden eyes and white star the only thing visible in the dark
His compassionate glare over the herd
His galloping gait a work of art
But once the sun split the night in two
The stallion could hold it back no longer
He reared and he brayed, his voice carrying far across the land
He spread his wings of ebony and took flight, leaving the herd down below in wonder
................. Okayyyyyy.................
Ma’at means like good/peace and chaos is bad/ chaotic
You now see im not good at ryhming
Lol
I knew what chaos meant, but I didn't know what ma'at meant
You would probably understand more if you read thr books lol
Hard to explain
okay
wait, Dragon, why did you say Egyptian?
The Kane Chronicles are loosely based of Egyptian myths
oh, that makes sense
btw i love mythology
have you read the Greek myth about Hermes?
Witch one?
he's the god of messengers
Dangit! If I had seen this post yesterday, I WOULDNT HAVE BEEN LATTTEEEEEEEEE meh i hope there's still time so imma just do a poem anyway (if im too late it doesnt have to count)
The Stallion in the Darkness
By Emily. R
In the dead of the night
While all the others were sleeping
The feeling of dread clung to the air
Like the decaying carcass that bear the wolves a feasting
No moon, no stars shining in the dark pasture above
The ebony sky helped the black steed camoflauge into the night
For no one saw the Guardian coming
If they did, they would bestow upon the sight
His flowing mane rippling in the air
His golden eyes and white star the only thing visible in the dark
His compassionate glare over the herd
His galloping gait a work of art
But once the sun split the night in two
The stallion could hold it back no longer
He reared and he brayed, his voice carrying far across the land
He spread his wings of ebony and took flight, leaving the herd down below in wonder
sorry if its a bit long and if im too late it doesnt have to count (right now its 12:35 pm, you can tell me if thats too late or not)
That was beautiful Emily. You have a gift.
And Echomoon, nothing in writing form is ever to long!
do you really think so Wispi? :D tysm!! :DD (tysm = thank you so much in case u didnt know)
That's great Echo