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[title] => The Knight Within
[time] => 2005-10-25 23:48:15
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[bodytext] => Sobbing, the storm lay equally with my sorrow Hopes are low for a better tomorrow This war is never ending And chances of life are always bending When I was little, peace it was But now my memories are such a fuzz As for my brother, never the chance to see His young life was bought with hate and agony For that was then, and not today My heart is commanding, I must obey In order for me to go on and be The knight who was once deep within me Earth and sky, please join my praise That my brother's spirit will someday raise Be gone my thoughts of what was once My cowardly life, when days were months The lightning opened its mouth to cry But every scream had fallen dry Every flash reflected this place Tearless I stood, expressionless my face I wore my armor, with sword in hand As I walked upon the enemy's land Although we were a distance apart I could feel the racing of my heart With my sword, my enemy, I lashed I thought I had won, but found our swords clashed He caught me off beat as we warred My blood then stained his crimson sword Nothing had I to comfort the pain But push it away with courage, I strained For my brother's sake, my strength did hold My body bled and fell as my vision rolled Dying from my foe's victory, I lay And in this moment, forever I would stay With the last breath I drew I prayed that my brother would not die too Struggling to set my brother free I stood, but then my strength did flee And as my body fell to the ground My spirit called out its destiny sound Swinging a bolt from the shadow of my shame I lit the sky with my inner flame The thunder roared across the skies And a fire was burning within my eyes I stood and drew my sword up high Then charged and roared a battle cry Although I had fallen at my foe's blade My voice was heard, and a hero I was made. - Breanna Baker; Age: 13 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 312 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Ash_Rosalita [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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