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SilantWanderer
 Posts: 10 (9/15/02 3:34 pm) Reply |
Futility In the mist of fear Panic invades his mind. Standing tall and brave, The soldier hacks through, The hordes of enemies. Though he is almost alone, Kin slain or wounded, Instincts drive him forward. He only knows to save her, She who was stolen by those of loyal. Smashing through the plated bodies, Blood soaken and filled with fatigue, He runs swiftly, arrow heads skimming his flesh Pain is nothing to he but failure is all. In the courtyard flood with blood, Enemy and brethren alike, The valiant soldier dropped to his knees, Tears washing his stained face. Upon a tall silver cross, she hung. Stripped naked, her ebony hair streamed in the wind, Her pale flesh gleamed in the dying light. Icy blue eyes were still open, bare wrists bleed From the biting metal which bound her. Kneeling there, having failed, his head was taken.
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