A rare opportunity, a chance so grand To seize the moment, and make it our own A path, that's open, for us to take a stand
By Don Dabout a year ago in Poets
She walks with grace, a rare beauty, untold A goddess, in human form, so rare to see Her smile, a beacon, in the darkest cold
It came in the night, a creature of fear A nightmare, made flesh, with eyes that gleamed It descended upon the village, with a leer
A snow leopard, a creature of myth A ghost of the mountains, so rare and wild With fur as white as snow, and eyes like smith
A rarity beyond compare, a treasure So precious, that it's value cannot be told Forged by the hands of fate, with great pleasure
Courage, a virtue that's hard to find A trait that sets the brave apart from all It takes a heart that's strong, a steady mind
Pure kindness, a precious treasure found In a world where cruelty and hate abound A selfless act, without a thought of gain
An uncommon sight, a mystery to most A creature, hidden deep within the wood Its presence known by rustling leaves, a boast
A diamond, rare and brilliant, hard as stone A symbol of eternal love, pure and true Its facets catch the light, and it alone
A rarity beyond compare, a precious gem Shaped by the earth, forged by ancient heat Its color shines with such an ethereal gleam
Chapter 1 “We there yet?” I looked over at the big man intending a vicious glare, that apparently was not having the desired effect. He chuckled and went back to his armor. The steady ratcheting sound was vastly irritating. After two solid weeks of complaining about it, he refused to put down the damn tool so I decided to take it as one of life’s inevitable frustrations. I couldn’t be too hard on him about it, he was proud to have it and at least he had something to do. Whereas I forgot my damn playing cards and had nothing to do but complain about the constant click click click.
By Don Dabout a year ago in Fiction
Bad Gamble Chapter 1 The last card thudded down on the table. The dealer, old Horst, was always dramatic. The thud was followed by an “Ah shit” from across the table. The grey-haired man to my left repeated the phrase “damn it all to hell” for the eleventh time tonight, as he threw his cards across the green felt covered wood. The men all glared at me as I pulled in my winnings, adding to the substantial heap I had already won.