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By Ryan Submitted by Stephen Date: 2001 Jul 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.09.05.18.2082]] |
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the sword sings it's triumph as it slides into it's sheath. the hand that held it trembles as it passes from it's reach the skies above have darkened a land is now at peace the hand that trembles clenches a wound that flowed now seeps the eyes of one go searching a familiar form they seek the field before lays quiet no voice he hears to speak a step he takes to quest his stride remains unsteady the answer he fears to find his heart is still unready a shape he sees below his breath he draws within the fears he thought to hide he found now before him his knees bend and fold his soul quails and cries the eyes stare still and sightless the life within has died a lock of golden hair it's color now is crimson her body now an empty shell her soul escaped it's prison the tears now flow in plenty the pain he does not hide one lies still the other still lives but in fact two had died the sword sings once more it's triumph the blade shines with light that's holy within his breast it slides his grief it's final glory |