Fantasy Poetry Quotes

“Drink deeply, my hapless mortal,
Of our heady, corrupting brew.
Feast upon fine foods and sweet treats
That turn to mere dust in your mouth
And mark you as ours forever.
Feel life’s warmth leave your soulless shell
Once that racing heart beats its last.
Lose the grace of mortality;
Become trapped for eternity.”
― Richard H. Fay, Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions: A Speculative Poetry Collection

“The Witch of the Crater dove in and survived.
The Witch of the Badlands bade mountains her hive.
Devourer, Deceiver, Destroyer in one.
No soul made it past her defenses alive.
Where sand turns to craggy rock, turn back and run.
Of body and blood, the Devourer leaves none.”
― Molly Collier, The Paragon

“Deep in the desert, o’er painted rock hill,
Once was an ocean aplenty until
The Devourer emerged, the water was scourged.
What should never have emptied nevermore would fill.

Deep in the desert, ‘neath painted rock hill,
The thwarted one waits for the levee to fill.
The witch drank it dries, the crow stole her eyes, so she usurped its body and took to the skies.

Deep in the desert o’er painted rock hill,
The crow hag thirsts when the stormclouds refill.
The crow drinks them dry, the hag tarries by, but not a drop descends from the grey desert sky.

Deep in the desert ‘neath painted rock hill,
The crow plots its descent into the anthill.
The ants–unawares–have forgotten their prayers.
The Devourer remembers and hungers still.”
― Molly Collier, The Paragon