A Glaze Keeps His Word
Disclaimer: I don't get any $$$$ for this, the small poems not my I found it somewhere…don't know where…anyways, don't sue, please.
It's been nearly two months since I was trapped down here… wherever here happens to be. Most of the time I sleep, because I'm so weak, and my cuts and scrapes seem to be very infected. And because of my recently broken leg that is healing wrong. I set it as best I could but I don't think it will ever heal right.
I don't know what's happened to the rest of my friends, that were with me at the time of our glorious battle with Zaha Torte. I know deep in my heart that Marion, Tira, Chocolate, and Gatu are truly dead, but I try not to think about it too much hoping that someone will find me and they will be near. That small hope is what's keeping me alive the most I think right now. That small glimmer of hope. I hunt whenever I can, there's a fish pond next to me, that has fresh water to drink. But I'm dying so fast.
The last thing I remember is Marion falling to his knees and cradling me like a baby…after that I…remember nothing…
"trying to crawl out of my mind
these old tears tearing me up inside
I never want to see the day
I'm tranquil in my strengthened pain
Never in this dark, no not again
The stars are falling like the rain
And I keep fearing it will end…
Until the angels come again."
A rose and a whip, a leather-cad line, a muscle man, a mystic, and me. If I do die here at lest up in heaven with Mother, we shall be together once more.
I hope they come soon, those angles Marion always spoke of. My strength is winding down, I can barely more anymore.
I should be strong about this. I'm not sad…but I'm not afraid to die either.
I will avenge you, my brother.
I will not die in vain.
I will soon be free.
And a Glaze keeps his word…
Always and forever.
Disclaimer: I don't get any $$$$ for this, the small poems not my I found it somewhere…don't know where…anyways, don't sue, please.
It's been nearly two months since I was trapped down here… wherever here happens to be. Most of the time I sleep, because I'm so weak, and my cuts and scrapes seem to be very infected. And because of my recently broken leg that is healing wrong. I set it as best I could but I don't think it will ever heal right.
I don't know what's happened to the rest of my friends, that were with me at the time of our glorious battle with Zaha Torte. I know deep in my heart that Marion, Tira, Chocolate, and Gatu are truly dead, but I try not to think about it too much hoping that someone will find me and they will be near. That small hope is what's keeping me alive the most I think right now. That small glimmer of hope. I hunt whenever I can, there's a fish pond next to me, that has fresh water to drink. But I'm dying so fast.
The last thing I remember is Marion falling to his knees and cradling me like a baby…after that I…remember nothing…
"trying to crawl out of my mind
these old tears tearing me up inside
I never want to see the day
I'm tranquil in my strengthened pain
Never in this dark, no not again
The stars are falling like the rain
And I keep fearing it will end…
Until the angels come again."
A rose and a whip, a leather-cad line, a muscle man, a mystic, and me. If I do die here at lest up in heaven with Mother, we shall be together once more.
I hope they come soon, those angles Marion always spoke of. My strength is winding down, I can barely more anymore.
I should be strong about this. I'm not sad…but I'm not afraid to die either.
I will avenge you, my brother.
I will not die in vain.
I will soon be free.
And a Glaze keeps his word…
Always and forever.