Continuing the theme of contest entries, this is my entry to another contest, where it beat out a whole other entry to win, so I’m not sure that can really be counted as a victory. Entries had to include the words fire, ice, black and white.
Huddled round a fire in the days of old,
Hiding from the ire of the burning cold.
Under the stars and the grey-white moon,
Comes hope from afar that will get here soon.
A fortress of ice that gleams in the day,
With beauty to entice down a dangerous way.
“Onward, you hounds! Pick up the pace!”
Drowns out the sounds of the maddening race.
Shallowing breath, sight fading to black,
Shadows of death clawing at his back.
A powerless friend gazes on in fear,
As the desperate end seems to draw so near.
A last long climb to the sheltered cave,
No thought of the time, there’s a life to save.
Greeted with a cheer as he scales the slope,
“The doctor is here, there is still hope.”