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unkown battle |
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rhia_5779 Senior Member
since 2006-06-09
Posts 1334California |
this is long i know im sorry about that. but i just had to write this and couldnt see how i could shorten. and i wanted to show to u guys A fight about to happen, in the dark of night A war to be settled, in domain without light What is to be decided, its stakes all too high Those to fight, have always to be willing to die A battle long foretold Soon to take place About to unfold In deaths sweet embrace An ancient fight that will hit them where they are weak that will force them to admit cowardness of every defeat Try to tear them apart, rip them to shreds See what they love most at stake, left for dead Two, brought up to this way Willing, Prepared to fight forever to the end Hate grows in their hearts by day Both to pay for things they can’t comprehend The Ones who will battle already been named Sharing blood, girl-child, warrior, one and the same Both brought up for a destiny, to lead certain lives When young, taught to be, gave ultimate sacrifice However different they may claim In the way that they grew up, and lived early life Truthfully they were pretty same Though doesn’t matter each other as they would fight The Girl-child, who also is a young queen, very newly crowned Dark hair, reddish tint, fierceness in her eyes, to her people bound Her stakes are crystal clear if she loses, then her life she gives Closest friend, innocent but by birth held, this so her will live The one who means the most, doomed by birth To hold such a title wanted by many living souls The young queen keeping safe from the grave dirt Knowing dark one out to get her, drop her in a hole Between, the heir’s life, and the queens, choice is clear Different offer, exchange of life, faced with fate no fear Regal queen, naked sword in hand, held high above Fighting, her distant cousin, both for what they love One is only to save innocent friends from being harmed Long ago, a woman was thrown out in pain Dark daughter fights, revenge, her mother cut down unarmed Her mother fled, her people turned away in shame Deep betrayal, she had committed not to be forgiven She ran to the dark, name of exile she was given Two girls each hold swords unmasked Sword gilded gold, curved, steel backed Deadly, but for the daughters of old, it’s a dance Each opportunity each risk, every little chance They neither know how this will end, in blood or in death All one knows, they win or no longer will they draw breath |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
"A fight about to happen, in the dark of night A war to be settled, in domain without light What is to be decided, its stakes all too high Those to fight, have always to be willing to die A battle long foretold Soon to take place About to unfold In deaths sweet embrace" Hey Rhia, I enjoyed reading this part^^. I like how you put this poem in "story" form. It was a pleasurable read. Something I will read more than once, i'm sure. It's not the kind of thing I usually like but I found that this poem was interesting enough that I'm willing to read it again and again. Thanks a bunch for sharing!  @-->--- |
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