Those Brave Hearts
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When the air is crisp and the moon is bright
she calls you in the dead of night,
Shining hair and tombstones white
both tainted by her blood.
,
With a piercing cry and yellow eyes agleam
you are awakened from your dream
and, though she's far too far to hear her scream,
you're soon bounding down the stairway.
,
Out the door before you're dressed-
forgotten coat and tweeded vest
While shaking fingers try their best
with the buttons on your scabbard.
,
Many a soul could see you there,
your broadsword charging through the air
But you storm the streets without a care
for those who's lives are quiet.
,
Breathing a prayer as you round the bend
your wits and journey at their end
The graveyard looks a hallowed friend
'till you see her lying there.
,
Your weapon falls down at her side
her big brown eyes are open wide
and all you can think is: She can't have died
while you were sleeping in your bed.
,
Lips to lips and lungs implore,
you've brought her back this way before
But there's blood on her mouth and you know wherefore
What villain could have done this?
,
On an evening not so strange as most
a creature of the night gives a drunken toast
having left her body here to boast:
The world's without its Slayer.
,
Gathering her up, she feels so small.
You pleaded to gods and powers all
that you would not live to see the fall
of this world's greatest hero.
,
But her time is now and the days are done
of endless battles fought and won
and you scream against the rising sun
at the nature of your calling.
,
You've one last task yet to fulfill
to ensure that she is resting still.
Before daybreak comes to break your will
close her eyes and kiss her softly.
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And with the brick in your chest and a trembling hand
you use your sword to help you stand
Then raise it high with a cry to the land
and down upon her swiftly.
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Years will pass and time will tell
of the fated pair who fought back hell
and of those brave hearts wherein the sadness dwells
of a watcher and his charge.
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But this night is not yet won by fiends
and, while you're sure that it's your fate you've seen,
you awake to find it all a dream
her sleeping form beside you.
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Watcha think? -Ledgerwood
