Maiden of Fire

This poem is not quite complete but I felt like leaving it that way.........Don't expect happiness at the end or something......


The sun sets in the distant trees,
Giving way to its last beam,
go to darkness the creeks,
whose green waters betray a gleam.

The creeks are small,
flowing through the rocks and riffs,
on the edge of granite walls,
and plunging down into the lake amidst the dark cliffs.

A melody of Melancholy,
fills the banks of the lake,
An aura is created slowly,
as the maiden of fire comes to wake.

The lake comes to life,
Yellowed by the flames,
starts the eternal strife,
echoed in the maiden's slaves.

She has been there for long,
in that horrible plight,
but now she comes to life,
as she prepares to fight.

The clanks of chains,
Disturb the symphony,
she rises from the plains,
Eyes flashed with agony.

Her scream now forestalls,
and cuts through the merry air,
of masked palatial balls,
and down to the Satan's Lair.

Gleams the lake in the forest,
lost in the music that crowns,
the end of her quest,
The Maiden of Fire forever moans..........

-mAnDaRk