The Swordsman
by XellAn-Chan
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AN: here it is, as promised. sorry it took a while...the last 6 stanzas gave me writer's block....enjoy! ^_^
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*Part Two*
He did not come by the dawning, he did not come at noon;
and out o' the tawny sunset, 'fore the rise o' the moon
and the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor
a red-head came marching-
marching -marching-
the red-haired sorceress came marching, out the old inn-door
She said no word to the inn-keep, not a morsel of food she ate
but walked out the door, and slammed it, for it was getting late
she stalked down the path, fists balled at her side
a look of despair crossed her face
and remained there on her face
for Lina could see, in the twilight, all the places he could hide
Xellos tried to get her attention, with many a sniggering jest
he'd appeared beside her, commenting on the size of her chest
"now don't be mad!" and he kissed her. she heard the lost man say
So look for me by the moonlight
watch for me by the moonlight
I'll follow you through the moonlight, though Hell should bare the way
She twisted her hands in the moonlight, for to hurt the Demon good
she moved her hands as she chanted the spell, glowing red like blood
his eyes snapped open int the darkness, and hours crept by like years
till now, on the stroke of midnight
flame on the stroke of midnight
the fire of her magic hit him, a spell he knew only as hers
He lay on the ground, crumpled, no more the Demon would tease
she was free to hunt her companion, to go where ever she please
she would not risk losing him, she wouldn't get angry again
she looked down the road in the moonlight
blank and bare in the moonlight
and the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain
Pat-pat; pat-pat. had she heard it? footsteps ringing clear;
pat-pat, pat-pat, in the distance. was it him she could hear?
down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
a troop of bandits came tramping
tramping, tramping
the red-head wanted their plunder. she stood up straight and still
Pat-pat, in the frosty silence! pat-pat, in the echoing night!
nearer they came and nearer. she was ready to fight
her eyes grew wide for a moment; she knew the routine all too well
then her finger moved in the moonlight
her magic shattered the moonlight
shattered the thieves in the moonlight and summoned him -with her spell
He turned. he looked back to the west; for he knew now where she stood
smiling, and examining her plunder, after the spell of the crimson blood
but not till dawn he heard it, and his face lit up to hear
how Lina, the Ceipheed Knight's sister,
the knight's red-haired sister,
had watched for her love in the moonlight, and slaughtered some bandits there
Back, he ran like a madman, losing his way as he often did
then he saw her running towards him, grinning like a little kid
blood-red was her hair i' the golden noon; ruby-red were her wide eyes
when she hugged him there on the highway
said she missed him there on the highway
showed him her gold on the highway, mentioned the food money buys
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
when the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
when the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
if you ever come riding-
riding -riding-
if you come riding, up to the old inn-door
You'll hear them before entering the dark inn-yard
you'll hear them from their table, arguing long and hard
you peer curiously through the window, and then you get your fill
there sits the swordsman and
Lina, the Ceipheed Knight's sister
fighting over who has to pay the dinner bill
by XellAn-Chan
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AN: here it is, as promised. sorry it took a while...the last 6 stanzas gave me writer's block....enjoy! ^_^
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*Part Two*
He did not come by the dawning, he did not come at noon;
and out o' the tawny sunset, 'fore the rise o' the moon
and the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor
a red-head came marching-
marching -marching-
the red-haired sorceress came marching, out the old inn-door
She said no word to the inn-keep, not a morsel of food she ate
but walked out the door, and slammed it, for it was getting late
she stalked down the path, fists balled at her side
a look of despair crossed her face
and remained there on her face
for Lina could see, in the twilight, all the places he could hide
Xellos tried to get her attention, with many a sniggering jest
he'd appeared beside her, commenting on the size of her chest
"now don't be mad!" and he kissed her. she heard the lost man say
So look for me by the moonlight
watch for me by the moonlight
I'll follow you through the moonlight, though Hell should bare the way
She twisted her hands in the moonlight, for to hurt the Demon good
she moved her hands as she chanted the spell, glowing red like blood
his eyes snapped open int the darkness, and hours crept by like years
till now, on the stroke of midnight
flame on the stroke of midnight
the fire of her magic hit him, a spell he knew only as hers
He lay on the ground, crumpled, no more the Demon would tease
she was free to hunt her companion, to go where ever she please
she would not risk losing him, she wouldn't get angry again
she looked down the road in the moonlight
blank and bare in the moonlight
and the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain
Pat-pat; pat-pat. had she heard it? footsteps ringing clear;
pat-pat, pat-pat, in the distance. was it him she could hear?
down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
a troop of bandits came tramping
tramping, tramping
the red-head wanted their plunder. she stood up straight and still
Pat-pat, in the frosty silence! pat-pat, in the echoing night!
nearer they came and nearer. she was ready to fight
her eyes grew wide for a moment; she knew the routine all too well
then her finger moved in the moonlight
her magic shattered the moonlight
shattered the thieves in the moonlight and summoned him -with her spell
He turned. he looked back to the west; for he knew now where she stood
smiling, and examining her plunder, after the spell of the crimson blood
but not till dawn he heard it, and his face lit up to hear
how Lina, the Ceipheed Knight's sister,
the knight's red-haired sister,
had watched for her love in the moonlight, and slaughtered some bandits there
Back, he ran like a madman, losing his way as he often did
then he saw her running towards him, grinning like a little kid
blood-red was her hair i' the golden noon; ruby-red were her wide eyes
when she hugged him there on the highway
said she missed him there on the highway
showed him her gold on the highway, mentioned the food money buys
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
when the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
when the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
if you ever come riding-
riding -riding-
if you come riding, up to the old inn-door
You'll hear them before entering the dark inn-yard
you'll hear them from their table, arguing long and hard
you peer curiously through the window, and then you get your fill
there sits the swordsman and
Lina, the Ceipheed Knight's sister
fighting over who has to pay the dinner bill