Island of the Bleeding Blade

Posted on February 20, 2013 by Charles Yallowitz

Deep within the thousand isles

That create the lunar serpent

Lays an island made of man

Composed of his bone and flesh

A simple shore of gathered muck

Around a growing mountain

Made of the fallen worthless

Skulls dot the mountain made of bones

They blindly watch the world

Staring at all visitors

Who dare to try their hand

The dangers are unknown to all

But the reward is much too great

To win the bleeding sword above

And claim the lunar throne

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.

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