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The Escape (Luther)

It worked out better

Than he planned

He was never

A subtle man

Though the day

Was stormy gray

He stole

The prize

With rope

And horses

And of course

A few trusted

Allies

They made

Their escape

Through rough

And rocky road

Their flight

Made swift

By bearing

A light load

The strong

Equines

Carried them

Fleetly away

While the girl

By his side

Rode quietly

Meekly

All day

Her fearful eyes

Downcast

To the road ahead

From her

Not a peep

As if a lamb

Or obedient sheep

But

Her demeanor

Told a different tale

No offered deals

Or mournful wails

Spine held rigid

As if forged from steel

Her bearing regal

And he could tell

She Would Not Heel

Curiously

He glanced at her

From time to time

Wondering

Where it was

She hailed

And

How her people

Could have failed

Because he knew

That his heart

Did fall

He would die
For her

She owned him

Blood, bones

And all

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The Oracle

An old crone

Walked slowly

Out of a loud
And boisterous tavern

All alone

Stooped and bowed

With the aid of a staff

Limped away
Into the night

She stepped off the road

Turned towards the forest

Her gait heavy

As if she carried
A burdensome load

The wildwood
Is a place she calls home

Her gray hair neglected, unkempt

Glinted in the moonlight
Here she was always
Free to roam

She headed deep
Into the thicket

Her eyes
Of silver glowed

She paused
Arms held high

Raised her nose to the air

'I pray to thee
Goddess Mother
To me
Let all evil show'

Sniffed to the north

'Peace and go forth'

Sniffed to the east

'All is at ease'

Sniffed to the south

'No wicked about'

Sniffed to the west

'I can get some rest'

Around her

All smelled well and right

'There will be
No trouble tonight'

'My thanks Goddess Mother
So mote it be'

She smiled to herself

Pleased and satisfied

As her body shifted
Distorted

Muscles elongated, contracted

Gray melted
Into fiery red

She straightened

Tall and sinewy
All illusions shed

A vision in white

Holding her staff
Homeward bound

She gracefully
Made her way

Deep into the woods
Without a sound

Her gait nimble and light

Her meeting with the man

Went quite as she expected
Her premonition was right

He will save the girl

Or there was no reason
To fight


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Fathomless Depths
(Luther)

With sledge hammer
He swings

His mighty arms
Bulging with the strain

Each blast
Causing crumbling rubble to rain

The iron bars bending
Loosening
Falling away

Steel blue eyes concentrating

On the treasure that lay

Behind the stone wall

Because he plans to
Ultimately

Have it all

An oracle came to him one day

One year past

And told him
He had an important task

He must save a girl

Locked away in a cell

'Why?'

The oracle did not tell

Sweat pouring down
His chiseled face

Laboring as his body ached

He could barely see the waif

Crouched down
On the bed
Long black hair, wild
Around a perfect little head

Fear in her dark brown eyes
Mouth wide open

Full of silent cries

Muscles taut
On her thick golden thighs

Slowly entering
The small cavity he created

His large frame
Barely able to manage

Approaching the girl
With firm steady steps
Nearing the bed
He stopped short
With indrawn breath

Staring into her dark eyes
He fell
Into their fathomless depths

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Steel Blue
(Evangie)

In the bowels of his dungeon

She uttered not a sound

Uncomfortable, filthy

Securely manacled and bound

She slumped

Despondently

Eyes lowered, dry

All hope is lost

She can no longer cry

Crumpled, naked

Torn and abused

Shackled by chains

Accustomed to the use

Dejected

Despair written

On her golden flesh

Unknowingly entangled

In his intricate mesh

In the night

He pays his visits

Gratification, his goal

He pleasures

In marking her as his

Master, his role

Disheartened

In the corner

Wretchedly broken

And fettered

Unable to move

From the bed
She is tethered

One dark stormy day

She heard an
Undeniable scrape

At her tiny cell window

A curse and a grunt 

And a whispered heave-ho

She turned her head slowly

Her dark eyes aglow

A large arm appeared

Inked with a tattoo

Next a crop of light hair

Then came eyes of steel blue

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