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[sid] => 62393
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Shadows within
[time] => 2004-09-03 09:10:22
[hometext] => A shard from another time place and state of mind
[bodytext] => It's a black room thats were it begins a coal black, soul black room silently ominous but serene it has no walls or boundaries no light permeates the room that room that room where I always begin but it's not me for if it where me... would I not have hands the form which i call me appears a simple quiet form called "me" looking up I see his eyes azure eyes they are filled with tears not a word from his mouth stepping forward the form is encircled with a blue aura that eminates muscles are tensed and taught holding tight holding something unseen back the form seems to tire and weary eyes filled with fear I see it is not me that he focuses on it is a female she has an aura of pure white raven black hair falls about her shoulders green cat like eyes look from her perfect form my sentience rise up to watch them both she embraces him and he lets go a little more comfort resides within her embrace he becomes relaxed and his aura turns black fear eminates through the air not hers but his as bursting free screams pierce the silence horns sprout and bat wings appear his face is not me anymore yet it is a daemon form stands with her she moves to embrace it..... a single tear runs down her face a crystal tear as the daemon moves to strike The creature moves with swiftness eternity passes as I watch wanting to scream a warning to ehr wanting to save her but I am transfixed by her tear it falls majestically toward the floor the creature flys forward it raises it's hand and I realise that hand is my own that claw becomes a gental hand upon the beast with an audible shatter the tear hits the floor a cresendo of shards spreading through that pitch black room and with the tear the daemon shatters falling to the ground in a crumpled heap and it is no longer the daemon the shrowds of the daemon had disapeared kneeling infront of her is a weeping child she moves to comfort him and I look up in to her eyes compassion shows with no fear I cry cry without the ability to stop sobs wrack my body blink for a second It's a black room thats where it begins in that coal black, soul black room [comments] => 1 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Jester [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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