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[title] => Drais' Tale IX. The Desires of the Blood
[time] => 2004-12-16 15:14:55
[hometext] => A trap of the suffocating night...
[bodytext] => I still see him In my dreams Every moment I breathe This is like a tragic song to me Won't go away No, the recurring images of A growing darkness won't go away I will search for him And will never cease to hunt this creature And his loyal night creatures Yet it seems as though he is leading me Right into his clutches A trap of the suffocating night .... I was wounded by the one called Gallo In our first battle, I knew not my prey's weaknesses He fought with a fierce tranquility most hunters lack I cleverly led him to the hermit Where our minds were subtlely fused together I was in a trance when he found me in front of that imageless mirror Yet when he walked behind me I could clearly see him His defenses were exposed I was ready to attack At least, I thought I was ready I will consult my night fellows on this matter .... We feed off the desires of the blood And they claim we are night creatures Gallo sought the hermit in the cavernous mountains Because he thought he would find a great teacher You must find a new teacher for him to seek Then he will seek you, yes, you will see Only this time be ready to fight him from inside Taking control of the situation By taking control of his mind [comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [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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