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THE CHAIN
"If you don't love me now, you will never love me again, I can still hear you sayin' we will never break, never break the chain" -FleetWood Mac 'the Chain'
It hurt.
It always hurt.
But she was used to it.
Yep.
It was easier with time.
The kind of time that seeped like sand.
One day to the other.
But all the same, slippery.
'Ana Arkey' perched.
She watched the pretty senshi
In there white fukus. They Ran.
Ran around blasting away the baddies.
She read the papers.
The editorials voiceing the masses opinions.
About Sailormoon and the other pretty senshi.
Herold the Hero. Hail the CONQUORING hero.
Conquoring. Overtaking. Breaking.
Shattering it. Make it the creasant.
One to match her emblem.
Imperfect. So blast it.
She was tired of pretending again.
So tired and so, so sick.
Sick in heart and mind.
And Meathod.
A sweet giggle as the senshi of good
Flew away, having saved the day
Yet again.
Another giggle as she too jumped.
Jump after the pretty senshi.
Throw open the box, transform in glide.
Fall into the shower of energy.
Emerge from the glowing womb.
Now transformed. Now compleate.
The voice in the head laughing.
Seething. They see her.
But do they remember? No.
A heatwave around her gloved hand.
A cruel, polished black foil formed.
A demented smile and perfect teeth.
And the foil is thrown.
It rockets to there emblem
stright and true like an arrow
Aiming for its mark.
SailorAnubis skipps eagerly.
Will it hit its destination?
Why ask words?
Static still writing has not the eagerness that the reader does.
Sane words do not care for the outcome of this poem.
Sad.
Without enthusiastic words
The senshi of truth and love may fall.
It is not up to the poem to finish.
So now, the poem passes on the right
The honour and responcability
For the reader to continue.
Give the pretty ones a way to fight.
Gods know the senshi will need help this night.
Thurs Jul 24th 2003
9:48pm
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THE CHAIN
"If you don't love me now, you will never love me again, I can still hear you sayin' we will never break, never break the chain" -FleetWood Mac 'the Chain'
It hurt.
It always hurt.
But she was used to it.
Yep.
It was easier with time.
The kind of time that seeped like sand.
One day to the other.
But all the same, slippery.
'Ana Arkey' perched.
She watched the pretty senshi
In there white fukus. They Ran.
Ran around blasting away the baddies.
She read the papers.
The editorials voiceing the masses opinions.
About Sailormoon and the other pretty senshi.
Herold the Hero. Hail the CONQUORING hero.
Conquoring. Overtaking. Breaking.
Shattering it. Make it the creasant.
One to match her emblem.
Imperfect. So blast it.
She was tired of pretending again.
So tired and so, so sick.
Sick in heart and mind.
And Meathod.
A sweet giggle as the senshi of good
Flew away, having saved the day
Yet again.
Another giggle as she too jumped.
Jump after the pretty senshi.
Throw open the box, transform in glide.
Fall into the shower of energy.
Emerge from the glowing womb.
Now transformed. Now compleate.
The voice in the head laughing.
Seething. They see her.
But do they remember? No.
A heatwave around her gloved hand.
A cruel, polished black foil formed.
A demented smile and perfect teeth.
And the foil is thrown.
It rockets to there emblem
stright and true like an arrow
Aiming for its mark.
SailorAnubis skipps eagerly.
Will it hit its destination?
Why ask words?
Static still writing has not the eagerness that the reader does.
Sane words do not care for the outcome of this poem.
Sad.
Without enthusiastic words
The senshi of truth and love may fall.
It is not up to the poem to finish.
So now, the poem passes on the right
The honour and responcability
For the reader to continue.
Give the pretty ones a way to fight.
Gods know the senshi will need help this night.
Thurs Jul 24th 2003
9:48pm