Wednesday's Writing Prompt: Four Houses

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Four houses sit above the door

Flag are flapping, winds ashore

Taste the salt upon my tongue

In the air, little ones.

These houses, old, are quarter none

They make a whole, each every one

For if you look upon their face

You'll see their markings far from trace

The yellow eagle sits in first place

He spent his time keeping face

But in the end he came to be

No different then the rest in peace.

The red lion roars with might

He rules with bark worse than bite

But even strong can fall from high

When one speaks not listening, nigh.

Next blows past a crest of sea

Great ships venture onto thee

Forging through your skin so bare

Waves can overtake anywhere.

And last there sits the beast of old,

Fire breathing, scales so bold,

With blood that runs not hot nor cold

The dragon's beady eyes keep hold.

Four lords, they watch o'er kings gate

Protecting the one who leads their fate

Will you enter? Dare you chance?

Under watch, the banners dance.

-- Melanie McFarlane

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