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[sid] => 47642
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Ghost
[time] => 2004-05-15 13:33:05
[hometext] => I have became what I hate the most. To the shadows i am bound now and forever....
[bodytext] => Tarnished and withered like a ghost I slowly become what I hate the most A shadow of war, fear, and pain Never looking back at what I’ve slain I ride on my horse once pure white Whitened away in what was once might My old fingers clutch my banner pale This lets me know I will one day fail I long for peace found not even in death The darkness calls for my last breath I lust for war my battle cry Those damned spears will always fly I’m old and tiered and can no longer fight Yet I press on with all my might Why can’t my sword drop to the ground And the spirits send me to where I am bound [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Shadow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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