Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

On a cold night I stopped by
Discovered peace and harmony
Working together
Palms stretched over dead mums
To tell you do not enter
Only listen and absorb
The sound and feel of the atrium
Calm and Collected
No threat of harm
I can place down my sword
For there will be no battle
Not tonight

Tonight my body will rest
So tomorrow I can take over my nest
Until then I will absorb
The feel of serenity
This sanctuary brings me
A loss of sensation of evil’s alarm
Replaced with
An elegant opulence of tranquility

Before I must raise my shield of protection
My sword to slice the words spoken
I will no longer be broken
By the wild boor

Good flow and images but for me a bit difficult to follow. At the end, did you mean boor or boar? Please. Jim

In the midst of my battle that rages from a vile boor. I found a sanctuary that I can rest my sheild and sword. The surrouding serenity the atrium brings me determination to overcome my repulsive antagonist.

Yes Jim I meant boor.

Hope you didn't mean me, 'cause I've been told more than once that I am one. jim

Jim-

I do not mean you....

A Bore I could not see
For your writings
Can be a muse to me

A Boar, No I could not
Call you that
For you couldn't have hooves
It takes opposable thumbs
For pen and paper

A Boor-
Takes a very unique
New approach to vile
And vulgar
I only know ONE
Who fits this description
It could never be you
For you are to kind to be a Boor.