Merciel

Prompted by the Writer’s Digest Poetic Form Challenge to write a gwawdodyn poem.

Gifts of the Goddess
She balanced fate on unstable hearts
and eyes witnessing time turning dark.
To break the cycle of premature death
required all breath and light to depart.

Labyrinth of Chaos
The pillars twist and turn without gears
infected with monsters from past years.
A goddess’s gift allows one to leap
across the steep abyss and face fears.

Bahamuts
Each attitude bore grievance alone
but shared the will to murder the one
affixed at their core. Beaten hard by her,
their heart flared with pain to be undone.