Dream Warrior

The night is black
Feral one could say
My night

He approaches me
This faceless mage
Clad in a raiment of gold

Soft words he speaks
Beguiling
Speaking of love
Peace

He smiles
Seeking my allegiance

The rot of his breath
Reveals him
His every word
Ordure

I turn away
Seeking leave from his lies

A flapping gets my attention
Looking back
I see a large raven where he had been
Making as if to launch at me

I find myself changing
Retreating no more
My talons fending his blows

A leap to avoid a strike
And I am aloft
Soaring

Circling as I am
He re-enters my vision
A gaping wound in his side

Helpless
He can but caw
As I sweep down

Talons grasp his flesh
Carrying him aloft
Gaining height rapidly

Releasing him
I then chase him down
A dull thud marks his return to earth

Standing over him
Still the raptor
He
No more than a broken man

His flesh I leave
As do the worms
Leaving the rot to continue

A fitting end
For this lying Mithran

© 2006, Mosquitobyte