The gray lady glided in a gown of tempered silver, bobbing like a distant traveler’s lantern in the winter hush of a November dusk. Warriors dropped their swords and shed their ineffective amulets to lay down in the battlefield. They found the cold snow as welcoming as soft pillows and slept. From dreams into death they passed, unknowingly and pleased. The great wizards with their spying glasses trembled from high on the ramparts and the king guarded by his castle watched as she strode unhurriedly, cowing his great army as the drawbridge unwound itself and lowered.
RED GLADIOLA 
Oh WOW–BRAVO! Beautiful word choices, the scene is vivid–and makes me want more of the story 🙂
I agree! This is the first post I see when I stumble upon your blog, and I likey 🙂
Thank you! ❤
Thank you! So glad you enjoyed this piece, especially since I’m more hesitant to share prose instead of poetry. =)
You’re welcome–your writing is great, more please 🙂