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[aid] => mick
[title] => All for One, and One for All!
[time] => 2005-11-28 23:52:00
[hometext] => This is about a dream I had...I couldnt explain it otherwise. xD
[bodytext] => I’m of a loyal band, a singular caravan Escorting our Protected both near and far Endlessly faithful, deathly loyal to a man Ceaselessly following a silent star. Through a desert, our path now leads Ringed by mountains, full of shifting sands Impassive barriers who care not man’s deeds To our cries, our whispers, pleas, or demands. Unaffected are we, at being beset Charged on all sides by cloaked unknowns No quarter is given as we meet the threat Struck from behind, I drop like a stone. Disarmed and disorganized, disorientation swells We arise from slumber captured, but not killed. Assembling quickly, we explore our cells One and all pacing, our hunger for vengeance left unfilled. Rising from chains, we break our fetters Searching, we discover our foes success enraptured Unarmed and rowdy, we engage our betters The roles soon reversed; once captors, now captured. At this point now, the Escorts disagreed The more bloodthirsty wished for more to bleed Others like me, felt our Protected should first be freed Undecided, we broke apart; our own interests to feed. Some head deeper in, others begin to flee Indecisive, I stand alone, watching the groups separate I decide the Protected is most valuable to me As I watch peripherally to see a new cluster aggregate At the staircase to the great nexus we are caught Between stone walls and a new marauding force It seems another decisive battle must here be fought We must stand together to make safe the Protected’s course. Hark! From the deep shadows comes a champion I behold our newest unaccounted-for agent Armed with a whip tipped with a brilliant star Who will prove to be this skirmish’s reagent. We mark each other during the ensuing melee And in an instant, towards their counterparts all aim. My katars out, I watch my opponent carefully I need the first strike, and know she knows the same. Supple leather flicks out, a scratch drawn on my cheek Another flash, another groove on my face As she dances, she laughs, and begins to speak It seems that in this duel, I will find no grace. She laughs at my vain efforts to defend She ridicules my clumsy movement The number of slashes I bear are a growing trend And only my fury shows any improvement. I launch myself at her in a reckless tackle And watch her surprise show in her eyes Even grounded, she laughs like a jackal I grip to her throat to bring her demise. And yet my hands, encasing her throat, can’t close Something inside keeps my muscles slack Under me, her pose shows she knows… That something seems to be holding me back. But the one under me has no such hesitation Out flies another star, while I drown in frustration Through my ribs, the star finds its destination For both of us, my death is our salvation. Deceased, but still not yet gone I follow the bloody trail of my slayer As she navigates this river, a bloody swan For the rest of my comrades, I leave a prayer. And for my Protected, I have only hope That my comrades can divert aggression enough So that there is time enough to climb the slope Our victory in her retreat; all else is a bluff. Through the last Companion, this champion cleaves Blood and gore, splattered everywhere are guts And through the entry portal our Protected leaves And at her departure, the heavy stone door shuts. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 31 [informant] => chibimiroku [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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