Special thanks to AnimalWriter1 who has been honest with my work and has helped and inspired me. I hope you enjoy this poem. My hear and soul was put into this. Let's just hope that it was good enough for my readers. Please Read & Review!

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A/N: I'm warning you, this poem is pretty sad and your going to need a box of tissues. It is like a story type of poem and is quite long. sniffle

Shackled

I'm a commander of a refugee camp whilst a war is going on

My people fight and die by the orders I send out

We all love and care for each other

Scanran soldiers attacked us

Many died and fought

I try to hold my emotions in

But all I see is the person I talked to just yesterday lie dead

The people who I laughed and trained with die by the hands of our enemies

The emotions I feel express anger, sadness, and revenge

A soldier captures me and the rest that are left

Children cry and grieve for there dead parents

I thrash, kick, punch, and scream like I never did before

They took a hold of me and gagged and blindfolded me.

I was too tired to do anymore and everything blacked out

I found myself shackled by the wrists and ankles against a metal pole.

I try to pull with all my strength and escape from there hold

My wrists and ankles burned so fiercely

It doesn't make a difference to what I am doing

The pain all feels numb to my body

As the Scanran leader comes to me to laugh and spit at me

I try to become become free of my bonds but all my strength just seems to runaway

The soldiers bring in the rest of the refugees in front of me

I smile for the first time knowing that they are fine

I hide that smile quickly behind my Yamani mask

For the last thing I wanted was to give them satisfaction

The Scanran leader just laughed at me

The soldiers made a circle around my people and unsheathed their swords

I froze completely and wanted to help them

They slaughtered my people

I screamed and pulled and screamed as the children and adults all died right in front of me

Never to see the light of the world again

I felt for the first time, helpless

The men succeeded to crack me open

It started to rain

the gods were mourning and so was I

They left me chained onto the pole while the dead just laid before while it rained

A child's arm was so close to me

But I just couldn't reach it

I just couldn't convince myself that this was all a terrible dream

The Scanrans tortured me and left me chained.

My tears fell endlessly in the cold hard rain

The ground became muddy

My tears blurred my vision

I shivered in the cold

They tortured me in the worst possible way

Trying to hurt me emotionally from the inside

I hardly knew what I was no longer

A few days' later Tortallan knights and soldiers come to rescue me

Dom my lover and Neal my close friend found me chained with my face looking at the ground

I was going in and out of consciousness

My will to live almost gone

They ran to me when they saw me

Neal broke the chains with his gift

Soldiers fought all the Scanrans

I fell onto the ground right after the chains holding me came off

Dom caught me in his arms

Tears ran down my face

I shivered and felt numb everywhere

I felt dead

The clothes I was wearing were all tatters and rags now

Dom and Neal got a warm blanket and covered me

Dom carried me

Lord Raoul and Lady Alanna ran towards my limp figure in Dom's arms

I didn't try to move or speak

Dom pulled me onto his horse

He held me while we ride to the palace

When we go there

I was feverish and bloody

Neal, Alanna, and Duke Baird bandaged my wounds and burned out the pneumonia that was spreading

I slept and slept

On the day I woke up

I found Buri, Daine, Neal, Numair, Raoul, Alanna, my friends, the King, Thayet, and Duke Baird all by my bedside.

My head turns to the side of the pillow and a single tear rolls down my face. One after another until it was like a river flowing endlessly

I didn't bother to wipe them away

My friends just stared at me

I could have done something to save my people

I lived while my people died

I was shackled to a pole while they died all helpless

My heart feels shackled and overwhelmed with pain

I am forever hurt and will never forget what happened to my people.

My friends and refugees.

My companions.

The people in my charge and leadership

I failed them and all I was able to do was watch as they all one by one was slaughtered before my very eyes.

And this image was to be forever burned into my mind

A/N: Thanx, AnimalWriter1again for your assistance in my poems. I find this poem to be horribly sad and teary. It just came to me so I apologize for making you guys sad.

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