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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bitter Victory
[time] => 2003-12-09 19:25:08
[hometext] => This poem sort of came to me... ...
[bodytext] => The fight within my heart cannot seem to choose To win or lose Constantly I am ungrateful for thy pity Yet thy sympathy has no value Countless nights I spend dreaming of lands far, far away A lone warrior comes to my aid I convert my ugliness into beauty All visions turn into reality In a world where practicality is taken for granted Where broken hearts are amended And love is given aboundingly I see an image of thy face Splendour undimmed before the breaking of dawn I repel the pain and agony You have brought unto me Seeing only valour and glory in thine eyes My prince has come to rescue me Years I have waited in darkness Only to come and find My handsome price Is full of malice Craving the color of blood Bright red it alures you to kill Bending thy plans and thy will Take me with you into the fight The havoc you reak cannot hinder my plight Thy relentless tears are meaningless You have lost the battle You have lost the war Unfilling the emptiness of your heart to it's core I hath carried the burdon you have bore Across the meadows, the valley, the sea Your passion has taken control You hunt for satisfaction like a beast Unmerciful standing before thy prey Watching blood drip at it's death Droplets floating into a pool You bathe in the blood Tasting the bitter-sweetness of victory Satisfaction doth come easily To those who are willing to risk defeat Caked in blood you returneth to me To the place that you hath conceiveth me Only to find I am no longer there I have gone away My heart bid me to go With the does of the field And the birds of the air Whither then shall you find me? I have fled from thee... ... I intendeth not to return Your soul has only the desire for death To survive, you must take lives away From the meek and nieve In things so pure you can see no beauty So tell me... ... ... How can you see beauty in me? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 43 [informant] => SkYYBLu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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