Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem

Rustling to scurrying.  Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls.  Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child  Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win.  Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring… they were ready…  ~ Hello and hello! I took…

Chapter Three: The Promise Land

Everything around her swirled, hypnotically. Ismus felt her mind soar, visions of dragons and confetti streaming throughout her brain. Lion heads sang and danced. Acorns with beards smiled and laughed. Babies chuckled and soiled their diapers. Things went black, then in color. Kaleidoscope views and phantasmagorias made Ismus think she had passed out on a…