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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Familar Upon
[time] => 2002-09-03 13:29:25
[hometext] => Its just a poem, a fantasy...a battle of good and evil that can't be won, but with a little help, will never be hard.
[bodytext] => The man drops his sword
Among the wounded and injured The battle is won The cries all around. Sensing the presence of another He turns around with an eye on his sword. There in a mist An Angelic creature emerges Standing before him He collapses to the ground. She comes to his side Laying her hands upon him With the lightest touch Her magic engulfs him. She looks deep through his eyes Where a warmness blankets him The attraction that's building Is deeper then love. She stands before him He gets to his feet All wounds and injures Now gone and healed. He wishes to thank her But no words to speak Taking his hand to his heart She places hers to the heart. Without a word a voice is heard "The battle is won, the people saved For this I can give to all of you." The soldiers he stands with soon emerge. Looking at each other in dazzelment "We should be dead." The mist speaks softly "You were in your head." The man is greatful and offers her gold "I don't want your money, just your word Let me follow your battle and be you familiar." The man is puzzled and can't understand "When your men are down I'll pick them up again. And never will they have to see the end." The soldiers regroup, healed to fight The horizon is bright, but without any light. The wounds are healed No blood on their swords A place to camp Is what they adore. The mist backs away Back up to the heavens The soldiers look around The man stares up high. It's time to move on More blood to be shed They will march on With the familar upon They grab their swords And march on To the horizon they journey With the enemy left behind. They settle down that night Wondering what's next that will ignite The man looks to the heavens With the silver moon so bright. He touches his hand to his heart A deep penetration then arise There in his mind, without a sound "I am with you, just look beyond." [comments] => 1 [counter] => 446 [topic] => 40 [informant] => country_mistress [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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