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The last stand: The story of the ghost. |
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Two mountains both black and red with blood,
The clouds cried to wash away the pain,
But the blood, the emerging flood,
Had stood against the rain,
In the valley broke out a fight,
It seemed wielder of dark and wielder of light,
And there was a red raven that watched far in the sky,
The battle it was now, lasting till night,
One stood for good and the other for peace,
Both thought they stood for the right,
But they were controled by the one, both owning a piece,
He was thier leader, thier lord and thier God,
A dieciever, a liar and a fraud,
Till the bird saw but a boy,
Clothed in green and with pure red eyes,
He walked unto the center shouting "Hoy!"
"Why do you live under thier lies?"
But such was in vian,
For the men pointed and once again lied,
One with a rod and the other with a cane,
"He!, He is the one that needs to be tried."
"Buried, broken, and burned till he die."
But the boy looked unto them with a cry,
For he knew how to kill them,
But he would die,
He reached unto the words of power,
Five there were and six to be,
Each came out with a howl of pain and a taste of sour,
And when he reached the sixth he could no longer see,
The red raven watched till the boy did give,
Saying the last word as she was in the sky,
"He who must die in order live"
"And he who looked past a lie,"
"To see the truth."
 ~(AsaTasogare)~ · Wed Jun 07, 2006 @ 08:22pm · 2 Comments |
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