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Ode to Eight[07.06.00] » by Timothy J Carillet ShorelineWhite sand Sunshine Foreign land Go, go, fly, fly Moving, moving, moving, moving... Desert cracked, rushing past, floating in a dream repeating Come here, I'll be waiting; why? Because I love, I promise Draw near, light is fading-try! Even time can't stop us Fight fear, I'll be waiting, just remember this is ours Far...across the fields of blue and rainbow tinted flowers She waits, standing in a zephyr-driven blossom shower Hand to grasp the flower petal, let it soar to Heaven's hallow Clouds of thunderous night impending, flash of light and blade descending Impact, paused hush, gloved hand, blood rush Choir sings, head high, metal rings, war cry Snowy feathers, fierce endeavor, face of darkness black as ever, clashing steel and solace severed Fuel the rage that burns in battle Push the angst beyond abandon Epic struggle Good and evil Test of power Hero, coward Destiny awaits the lionhearted brave enough to face it Caught up in a fantasy demanding you and me to chase it Do I dream? Touch his ring This is real and he is waiting In our place, the happy ending Hammered to the ground by such might, fight growing weak Looking up to see his rival strike, Blood, tracing cheek Stand, retaliate Lock eyes, rivaled hate Sword arc swinging low Aimed for final blow Spark cloud, full force Upward cut, fate's course Clean swath, lean back Time of truth, feathers black Him, her, arm's reach Falling...into... Each. |
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