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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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This goes along with 'The Forgotten Battle', I think there is one more that should be written to go with these. If any one wants to read 'The Forgotten Battle', I've been thinking of looking for some of my old stuff from the Archmage boards and putting them in the Library. Just don't know when I'll get to it. Hope you guys like it.

 

 

OUR LOVE

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Heat from the dawning sun

Stirs the morning fog

Sending it swirling across the valley

Like the souls of long dead warriors.

 

As the last of the mist burns away

To reveal a clear, crisp day

Sun light spills down upon two vast armies

Reflecting off of belt and buckle, shield and sword - like shards of shattering crystals.

 

With banners unfurled, they face each other

Yet there is no movement and not a sound is made

As if each individual were alone upon the valley floor.

 

Alone with her.

 

His entire being intent upon her.

 

For she is here, and

 

SHE

IS

BEAUTY.

 

With translucent veils that float about her

Like gossamer webs, adrift upon gentle breezes

Known, only, unto them

She dances before us.

 

This is her gift

And while the reasons given

May be honor, pride, greed or glory

It is for her that we are truly here.

 

As she dances before us

It is as if she glides across the ground

With her feet never touching the ground

 

Yet each footstep reverberates across the valley

Building with intensity

'Till it is like a wave that crashes down upon us

Engulfing us in its rhythm.

 

Its cadence pounding in our veins.

 

Its beat throbbing in our temples.

 

Our souls burn with it.

 

The very core of our being is consumned by it.

 

Yet, not a sound is heard

Not a movement is made

Breath, niether inhaled nor released.

 

A yearning.

A wanting.

A need.

 

Builds with in each of us.

The feeling grows

'Till our muscles strain with tension

Our bodies vibrate with its intensity.

 

And at the very moment that it can no longer be endured

A mighty roar is heard from each and every throat

For it is at that very moment that she finishes her dance

And opens her arms wide to embrace us.

 

And joyously we run to her.

 

Our love.

 

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Posted

this was a FUN read. I found myself chanting it as I read it aloud, as if it were a skald's Edda.

 

The death and violence for love is really powerful.

 

And I wish you would make time to copy some of your things. Best way I've found is to open two windows, one to each location, and then copy-n-paste from old to new. It reads better if you break it up into many posts than putting everything into one ultra-long post.

 

I'm really glad you made time to share with us, Snypiuer. I've missed your words.

 

-Peredhil

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