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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Message of the Blade
[time] => 2004-01-11 03:17:53
[hometext] => This is for anyone who likes vamps. Just imagine if the one you loved was one...
[bodytext] => The dark night comes swiftly, Its painful brightness Reaches my eyes, Blinding me In a thick, heavy cover Of black. With silver-edged titanium blade drawn From her sheath, I struggle forward. I see without seeing The creatures of the night, Bloodthirsty, murderous Vampires. Like the firing of a machine gun, Footsteps I hear come from behind me. I twirl my massive sword As I spin to see, And bringing it slashing down... And stop the fatal swing Of my sword, sharp enough To slice a baby's hair lengthwise, Stop it colder than Absolute zero, Less than a quarter inch From her face. Yes, her. I step, startled, backwards And lower My legendary blade. A wall is suddenly at my back, I slowly sink to the bloody street, Blood I have spilt From others like her, But they were not like her. Still a few miles away, The others close slowly in. I begin to shake, Begin to ask for mercy. This cannot be! Not her, not the girl I love, Please! But a vampire she is, Despite my pleas. I should have known already, After she drained my heart dry, though Not realizing, and giving me Nothing back in return. The others are here now, My death is inevitable, I know, So I lower my head And wait for it to come. She brings her head down beside mine, And I feel a small prick Of pain in my neck. Bursts of bright lights Flash and speed behind My tightly shut eyes. I release the handle of my sword And relax my muscles, Gradually sliding Into the World of the Damned. The lights stop, I am gone. Sunlight streams through my window, Awakening me from my slumber. I wonder that I am not dead, Was it nothing more Than a horrible nightmare? I draw out my blade, My night was real, So says the message, scrawled in blood, On my sword. It is from her, "You have been allowed to live, It will not be so violent When next we meet." Then signed her name. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 43 [informant] => solmyr1404 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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