Vylona by Elizabeth Richards (Junior)

She smelled like herbs and sunlight. Like failed attempts at gardening and healing salves.
She sounded like lullabies and the forest. Like warnings and black bears.
She looked like impulsive decisions and brash words. Like soft-spoken, begrudging apologies and life-risking loyalty.
She felt like warm hugs and carefully bandaged wounds. Like anger veiled by intense love and no verbal filter.
She tasted like blackberries and fear. Like minty lemon and heartbreak.
That was before the war. Now...
She smells like iron and magic. Like a prayer on the tip of your tongue and a sweat-filled battlefield.
She sounds like war-torn villages and anger. Like burnt kingdoms and clashing swords.
She looks like medic tents and the sun. Like righteous fury and bright halos.
She feels like fire and white-hot love. Like self-sacrifice and deadly protection.
She tastes like peppers and fast-holding faith. Like communion wine and cinnamon mulled cider.

Biography:  I enjoy bringing characters and places to life through my writing, and I get inspired by the people around me. Some of my poetry is even inspired by my D&D party and our wacky adventures. Poetry and writing let me visit worlds I can’t in real life and let me explore ideas beyond my normal reach. It’s a form of self expression and entertainment, all in a pen.