Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 3 rev 1 by BasileusIoannis, literature
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Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 3 rev 1
Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 3 - by John "Basileus Ioannis"
Another day and night passed on the Silver Highway, with no further sign of the Blackstonian invaders and their big, armored Charrs. Haergrim the ranger walked nearly wordlessly, despite all of Pana's efforts to engage him in conversation about the invaders, about Lord Heizmall, about anything at all. Haergrim was an elf of few words. He wasn't unfriendly toward the human girl, but just kept his cards close to his chest.
So Pana spent the time looking around to make sure they weren't followed, for any sign of danger, but found none. She also marveled at the beauty of the land. Wh
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A lonesome dream
has come to me -
cold silver moon
like lover's eyes
and winter's beach
with glistening sand,
reflecting icy Paradise...
(making plans...)
My footfall held
up by the sand -
I've tossed away
my wedding band...
(long ago...)
And it is no
surprise to me -
No scent of brine
upon the sea.
Oh, let me try
as humans may
to sense the
feeling of decay...
(I am leaving this world...)
I choose the sand
for marraige bed.
The blue-green waters
reach the shore.
I close my eyes
and wait for spring
and lay there
till I am no more...
(dying)
No feeling left
in human limbs-
I float in tangled
green weed
Starless night
and dismal dawn -
to tread this earth
without a song...
It's strange
and new -
each waking day
that I could throw
my love away...
When life
turns bitter-
so it seems
that people
build their
world
on dreams...
I created you with my own hands,
My life-less servant,
My faithful slave,
Your duty was to protect me,
But you didn't.
You gained a free will of your own,
You gained speech,
You gained freedom,
Something not to be taken away.
I was just about to fall,
When you grabbed my hand,
I looked into your eyes,
Your will took over.
Pay back had come,
You dropped me,
Falling into the gorge,
I thought about when,
I created you.
I made you out nothing,
Shaped you from air,
Trapped in the air,
Was too much faith.
You were the fall back guy,
If I failed,
You were there to save me.
Not this time,
I was hanging on,
Until you let go.
As I fall,
I know,
It's my