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Monday, April 9, 2007


er... crappy poet here- not rhyming poem

...i sorta like kikyo. . . .


these days of my life
i could live without
for i know
that if i close my eyes

i would be dead

from the days when the wind started blowing
i knew
i knew that if i hurried
she would be there
but when i got there
she was gone with the wind
as free as the wind

but i am earth-bound
by an oath
that can only be undone
by the words of the Beyond
or by simple magic

the magic of the elves
that spins in threads through the air
ever so slowly
winding and unwinding
like a golden globe
melted to fit a thin thread
that flows over the hilltops
mountains and valleys alike

across the meadows i run
trying to escape my lonesome fate
for once i was the hunter
but now i am just the prey

soon my lungs are burning
and i've got to stop

unshealth my blade ever so slowly
and hold my sword up high and face
the mighty dark shadow looming above me
without a fear in the world
but i can still smell death

and when my final attack is done
death feels just right
almost like a paradise
from the living world

why death feels like sleep
not caring nor knowing what happens around u

and as my head hits the ground heavily
my last thought
my last word
was
"Lidia, gone to her own Realm. . .
stay there"

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