Writing Prompt

The snow is falling. Christmas time is here again. Hear the Angels sing! Glory to our newborn King!👑 God Bless and Merry Christmas 🎄

I am your old dog And I try, but I can’t bark But I might still bite If only to leave my mark So you will remember me.

In steadfast shadows,
A friend stands by, unwavering—
Through storms and calm skies,
Their loyalty, like old oaks,
Roots deep, enduring through time.

Loyal to only you After work we ride in your Porsche
Shifting in my seat Underneath the yellow street lights I hold your hand as we sing

Heat of loyalty. Searing together brightly. The flames die quickly. It falls apart like old bricks. Slipping fast off the building.

Heavy is the crown That is worn by the king’s son Who has more to learn On his quest to slay the dragon Now is the time; fight or die

One you’d least expect. ‘To put bread on the table for my wife and son. Twenty-seven awful years, mainland living suits me now.’

But look at the sights! To the left, church of Mary, To the right, sorbet. ‘Don’t worry about my thoughts, your pleasure, my employer.’

Rowing and towing, quiet ripples in canal, lovely Sunday ride. Cynicism won’t blind us. Our sour, grumpy gondolier!

Battle's fierce embrace, A soldier stands, a stoic face. His vows never sway, In the end, the price is paid. A loyal heart, beyond life’s trace.

Waiting for the day, When freedom will finally ring. Deep down in his heart, He knows it may never come. Chin raised, he fights anyway

Bricks of love are laid, Promises, so sweetly made. The foundation cracks, Loyalty begins to fade. Hearts break, red gives way to black.

Trust once unbroken, Now lies scattered all around. Truths left unspoken, Hatred spewed in words unbound, Love lost, can never be found.

Walls once stood so tall, Now a quiet, crumbling fall. Trust dies as tears fall, Hollow screams in empty halls, Shadows dance, where love once called.

Words, like coins, were spent, In the end, just unpaid debts. Castles built on sand, Washed away by truth's demand, Everything crushed, by your hands.

Sing my dying dog Howl for the immortal world Pant from your dead eyes Humid breath hitting me fast Your canine soul ascending

You still feel so young Tiny paws pitter patting Now limp in my palm I’ll ferment with you, here, Dog While we are above the soil

I’ll buy us a bed One final furr to face nap Oh my girl - so dead Someone get my iron gun I can’t leave you alone, run

Till stars light you paths Never heel and keep going Till you find my grave In some sixty sad years time You can show me your new trail