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[title] => *~Under The Facade of The Sith Lord~*
[time] => 2006-05-24 16:10:07
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[bodytext] => Like a Dark Sith Lord, he is spotted during the midnight hours… A tall, dark, and sinister figure looming out of the darkness in a choking cloud of mist… With a long black robe draped over his head you can see his eyes, red and piercing like a knife… As he makes his way ever closer to you, you start to panic… Should you run? Should you scream? Should you do anything at all? However, I tell you this… Don’t you dare run! Don’t you dare scream! Just wait! Because under the facade of the Sith Lord… Is quite a vibrant and intriguing man! He can sense the fear in your eyes, like a hunter stalking his prey, but the hesitation in your voice is a dead giveaway… He raises his arms, ever so slowly, over his head, grasps the hood, and lets it fall to his shoulders… With a devilish smirk on his face, almost as if to tease you, he unbuttons the robes, and you watch it as it carelessly falls to the ground… Your jaw drops in shock and awe of the handsome man that stands before you… An exotic bliss… How can this be… I don’t understand… Why didn’t I see this before… It was all under the facade of the Sith Lord… He offers you his arm, fist clenched, not in rage, but in pure respect for the person holding onto it… He leads you to a nearby park bench, where you ask him a simple question… “Are you for real?”… He is more than real… Under the facade of the Sith Lord… As you sit there on that cold bench, he asks you of your travels, and regales you of troublesome times, and not so happy endings… You, for one, can understand his trials, for you, yourself have been there numerous times before… You tell him of your life, the good and the bad, and ask him why he chose to talk to you… Your heart begins to beat faster… He fidgets in his pocket, as if it were a carpetbag with a neverending pouch… Slowly his hand slips from his pocket, almost lifelessly… He hands you a crumpled piece of notebook paper, worn and tattered at the edges… Your heart leaps into your throat… With delicate care you un-wad the note, ever so slowly as not to tear it… Once it is completely open this is what you see… "Friends are like angels who lift us to our feet, when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly!" I hope you know that i will always be there for you...thru the good and the bad! I love ya Josh! xoxoxox Love, The Lady In Red You are speechless, in utter awe of the fact he kept this little note you had left him… What can you say… What can you say… You reach for him… You want to wrap your arms ever so tightly around him… But as you look in his direction… He is gone… You think you see him in the corner of your eye… You turn quickly to ask him to stop… But he is not there… But is he really gone… Yet the paper remains… Of a man whom you care deeply for… All Under the Facade of the Sith Lord… You go home that nite, oblivious, and stunned… Why had he left you like that… Why oh why… Your phone rings later on that night, but you are unaware, lost in a dreamworld… A mans voice, deep and dark is heard on the other end… “A dear friend once told me that a friend is like an angel, who lifts us to our feet, when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. Thank you Amy for the wings to fly so high!” And what a friendship abounded from this call… Never once have these two met… Yet in some instances, they are as close as one can be… Under the facade of the Sith Lord. *For My Dark Sith Lord Josh* © Me [comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 16 [informant] => djdarkrose04 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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