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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Battle
[time] => 2002-09-08 06:57:51
[hometext] => This is the battle, the ending is near. What will happen to his love that was so true? Please check out the first three in this story: A Familiar Upon, The Familiar Returns and Good vs. Evil. The last story to this is in the works. Should be posted by tonight.
[bodytext] => He draws a breath
Maybe his last He reaches for his sword That hangs at his waist. The woman looks into his eyes Memories forgotten A Great One is emerging That is whom she stands for. Her sword comes down Slices his skin The droplets of blood The pain that is felt. He grabs his sword And takes a step back “What are you doing?” he asks As there swords meet. They draw to each other Their swords metal together “Standing up for what I believe in And making you extinct.” The man uses his injured hand And reaches for his dagger Tucked away For enemies to devour. He pierces her arm The blood spills out A tear forms in his eye As she grabs the sore. “Who is this you speak of? This person so evil Who will he be? When the battle is over?” Her sword drops down The blade touching the earth Her breathing is heavy Her eyes so dark. “This Great One.” She says “Will once again Rule this land.” She raises her sword to the heavens of course Standing tall, she uses no grace The man knows then and there This love so true, gone for good. “I will not fight you I know you are true This is not you Our love so true.” “That is the past I will not lie You are the enemy And you I will parish.” The look in her eye The glare off the sun Her sword comes down His eyes are closed. No pain is felt No warm blood runs down No heavy metal objects To pierce his skin. Opening his eyes He sees his true love Hands still raised Frozen in time. Her sword touches the ground In a heavy heap A cough sounds gurgled Her eyes so wide. A streak of blood Runs from her mouth She cannot move Her legs give out There stands behind her A solider he trust His sword embedded Through her heart. He looks to the heavens High above “Where are you mist? Help will you please?” [comments] => 1 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 40 [informant] => country_mistress [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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