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[sid] => 3556
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Evil has won
[time] => 2002-09-08 16:22:53
[hometext] => This is the last of the story to the Familiar Upon. I hope is was worth reading. Please comment on it as well as the first four.
[bodytext] => The man looks at his love
Bright blood from her mouth Her deep dark eyes Are lost in pain. “Where are you mist?” The man cries out loud “I ask you please To save her for me.” He cradles her body Her lips turning blue The mist presents herself Her face a blur. The man looks up at the mist Pain and agony in his eyes “Please you must I beg you to heal.” The mists eyes turn cold The air is thick “Do you not understand? The wish you make?” “The love may be true The heart doesn’t lie But all in all Her life will not be spared.” “She turns on us Her evil is known She stands with Him And gave up hope.” He looks to the woman Cradled in his arms A whisper is heard From her bloody lips. “My Knight, my love You must not listen I am good you know Just let me show you” “It was a mistake I say To join His side I’m sorry Sir Knight Please heal me right.” The man looks at the mist “She’s good I tell you Please lend your hand On this beautiful piece.” The mist looks down With dread on her face “I’m sorry Sir Knight Her honor is not known.” “She joined with evil She will parish Your love will remain In your heart so true.” The man looks at his love Her breathing slows She opens her mouth and says a last word “I love you Sir Knight, let it be known.” The man watches her eyes Close on thee Her body numbs Her mind gives out. The mist approaches the man on his knees “I’m sorry Sir Knight But now you see I tried to stop you, but you wouldn’t see.” The man looks over his shoulder Then looks at his men He glances back down At the woman he holds. “I gave her my word To love her till death This I shall make My last request.” He draws his dagger Pointed at his heart His soldiers yell He then pierces his heart. He drops to the ground Blood drips from his mouth Grabbing the hand of his love His words are muffled. “I…will…not give…up On true…love…I made I’m keeping my word To love till…death.” He closes his eyes The mist looks down The soldiers scream “Do something!” The mist looks up “This is not honor He gave up his right The evil escapes.” “Go on and be brave I shall watch over you There are many more battles That need to be won.” The mans breathing slows The darkness unfolds He takes his last breath “I…thank you…familiar.” [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 40 [informant] => country_mistress [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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