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[aid] => mick
[title] => Drais' Tale VIII. A Hunter in the Ominous Palace
[time] => 2004-12-16 09:28:25
[hometext] => Then he gave a battle-cry that shook the foundations of the night...
[bodytext] => There is a ghost-like man waiting in the palace I have come to seal his fate with a mini-cross of bone I have a psyhic connection to this monstrosity of nature He waits for me in front of a large mirror That casts no reflection of himself I am coming towards the palace at a steady pace now I see the deliphidated manors that surround it The throngs of undead will soon be after me Or has he called them off to see if he alone can face me? I traveled extensively to a cavernous mountain Where a lone hermit tried to make me believe That I was this creature The hermit turned out to be one of his underlings He eventually went for my neck so I staked him in the heart It seems he cursed me by letting the creature into my mind Tonight it comes to an end for one of us I'm entering the horrid palace gates Somehow I knew I would not escape this fate And still in front of the mirror the creature waits That terrible fellow who calls himself Drais I'm at the gothic entrance to the palace, so uninviting Then through the maze of hallways where he may be biting I find him standing (just as I pictured it in my mind) In front of the mirror His back is turned to me and I go for my mini-cross of bone Then he said something dreadful that was all his own "Hunters hearts are made of stone." He fashioned his fangs and in swiftly motoned madness Tried to overpower me and corrode my veins With his eternal sleep solution We wrestled on the trestle of the balcony And found ourselves at a stalemate Then he gave a battle-cry that shook the foundations of the night "Gallo, you will be mine!" I didn't respond to this arrogance I kicked him off of my body near the ledge of the balcony He lunged forward and I took him with both of my arms And threw him off of the balcony He landed with a thud and laid on the ground, yet undead I took my mini-cross of bone and tied a length of velvet curtain to it Then I laced a little bit of it to my arm And then threw the mini-cross of bone I heard a loud shriek from the creature As he was staked in the heart Suddenly a strange feeling came over me As he was dying, I fell to the ground He awakened all the night creatures around us I crawled over to the edge of the balcony And saw his body being carried off into the night Then the night creatures came for me I quickly pulled on the velvet And the mini-cross of bone was back in my hand It became a trajectory against the evils in the night I hurriedly threw the min-cross of bone to the ground I repelled down the palace wall using the velvet And made a hasty exit from that ominous palace One might think that Drais either was destroyed Or he lived to bite another day...no, perhaps...night [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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