Forward: I am about to republish my Isabel: Portals of Hellion book on Amazon (soon), so in order to drum up the old courage, I decided to write some free-verse poetry to psyche me up. Don’t expect much.
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I.
Do you know the way to Hellion?
Bone frame, titled moon, mawing blackness?
Lend an ear and hear the eternal clash of arms.
Fallen souls do combat in the gauntlet,
hoping to score a win, to escape the second
death that plunks them back to the beginning.
II.
Have you heard of secret Hellion?
Verdant hills, steep cliffs, eternal oceans
That beat on picturesque shores littered
With worn gems of fallen heroes from
Long ago, graced with ancient sigils, runes,
Symbols promising glory.
III.
Did you ever visit ancient Hellion?
I hear Isabel tells a tale of her triumph
Therein, a tale of the gauntlet, of
Survival, graced by her all-mighty
Sha-thoth, She of ancient serpentine
Glories known only to the vampire.
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Note: Yadda, yadda, yadda, the end.
