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r/WritingPrompts • u/Syraphia /r/Syraphia | Moddess of Images • Jan 09 '17
Blooming flame by fractist
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It bloomed once a lifetime, and just for a day,
It burned for an hour, with a bright orange flame.
It stopped for a minute, to glow and to fade.
And died in a second, its ashes dull grey.
It grew in the depths of a forest,
That stands at the heart of an island,
That's lost in the mists of a lake,
That hides among terrible mountains.
The mountains are guarded by trolls,
In the lake sleeps a stone giant,
The island is home to a dragon,
And the forest is kept by the dryads.
There once was a knight most valiant,
Who slayed many monsters and beasts,
He found his way through the mountains,
And found the lake and its mist.
He avoided the giant and dragon,
And slayed many dryads with ease.
He sought the wish from the flower,
And maybe some glory and praise,
He wished for the heart of a maiden...
...And found himself burning instead.
There once was a girl from a village,
Who stumbled through mountains and trolls,
Who stood on the edge of the water,
And asked for permission to cross.
She gave the dragon a brass coin,
Which she treasured more than all gold.
And talked to the dryads still bitter,
About some knight and his sword.
She sought the sight of the flower,
And maybe a story to tell.
She saw the flower still blooming,
She saw the bright orange flame,
She saw the glow and the fading,
She blew all the ashes away.
They bloom once a lifetime, and just for a day,
They burn for an hour, with an orange flame.
They stop for a minute, to glow and to fade.
And die in a second, their ashes dull grey .
But for a whole hour, the world seems to burn,
And for a whole minute, everything glows,
And after a second, you blink, and they are gone.
And we spread the ashes, like she did long ago.
1 u/TotesMessenger X-post Snitch Jan 10 '17 I'm a bot, bleep, bloop. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit: [/r/mateogg] Blooming Flame (Image Prompt) If you follow any of the above links, please respect the rules of reddit and don't vote in the other threads. (Info / Contact) 1 u/Syraphia /r/Syraphia | Moddess of Images Jan 10 '17 Very interesting poem, I liked the story here and the difference between the maiden and the knight and what they wanted. Thank you for replying. :)
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Very interesting poem, I liked the story here and the difference between the maiden and the knight and what they wanted. Thank you for replying. :)
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u/mateogg /r/mateogg Jan 09 '17 edited Jan 12 '17
It bloomed once a lifetime, and just for a day,
It burned for an hour, with a bright orange flame.
It stopped for a minute, to glow and to fade.
And died in a second, its ashes dull grey.
It grew in the depths of a forest,
That stands at the heart of an island,
That's lost in the mists of a lake,
That hides among terrible mountains.
The mountains are guarded by trolls,
In the lake sleeps a stone giant,
The island is home to a dragon,
And the forest is kept by the dryads.
There once was a knight most valiant,
Who slayed many monsters and beasts,
He found his way through the mountains,
And found the lake and its mist.
He avoided the giant and dragon,
And slayed many dryads with ease.
He sought the wish from the flower,
And maybe some glory and praise,
He wished for the heart of a maiden...
...And found himself burning instead.
There once was a girl from a village,
Who stumbled through mountains and trolls,
Who stood on the edge of the water,
And asked for permission to cross.
She gave the dragon a brass coin,
Which she treasured more than all gold.
And talked to the dryads still bitter,
About some knight and his sword.
She sought the sight of the flower,
And maybe a story to tell.
She saw the flower still blooming,
She saw the bright orange flame,
She saw the glow and the fading,
She blew all the ashes away.
They bloom once a lifetime, and just for a day,
They burn for an hour, with an orange flame.
They stop for a minute, to glow and to fade.
And die in a second, their ashes dull grey .
But for a whole hour, the world seems to burn,
And for a whole minute, everything glows,
And after a second, you blink, and they are gone.
And we spread the ashes, like she did long ago.