Discalimer: the bits of fairy tales that you recognize aren't mine, what you don't recognize as anything already written/published/copyrighted is. :o) on with the story!
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"Leaving spots of
Pain and blight
Everything
That they can smite
Falls away
Before their hands
Breaking into
The timeless sands
Feel the wind
Run through your hair
As into lifeless eyes
You stare
Face Death
And live again
Do not fear
Your heart will mend
Follow the river
As you run
Heading toward
The rising sun
Over forest
Field and dale
Feel how over land
Your feet do sail
Listen well
To birdsong sweet
Everywhere you're lead
By your feet
Do not rest
Until sundown
Else you'll be
Lying in the ground
Watch the road
Your path to run
Run with the light
Of the rising sun
Feel the touch
Of a mothers hand
As you run
Across the land
Remember parting words
As you leave
Her at home
To grieve
Until your return
Of bloody glory
Ready to sit
And tell your story
Smile with friends
The never last
As you sit and reminisce
About the past
Feel once again
A lover's touch
One that you crave
Oh so much
Live for the happy hours
Of Life's sweet sorrow
As wait silently
For the morrow
Fight for love
For life
As you walk
Amidst the strife
Live for lovers
For your mothers
Your sisters
Your brothers
Fight my friends
For what you believe in
Not for Hate
Or its accompanying sin
Fight for the land
You love to wander
Fight for the lover
Waiting yonder
Fight for your friends
Who die for you now
Listen to their screams
They are torn from foot to brow
But never Hate
Only love
Love them for what they were
As they watch from above
Run and fight
Noble guardsmen
And live
To strike again
Live for your kingdom
You home
As watered is
The loam
Upon which
You fight
This day of
Suicidal might
Remember your mother
And her parting smile
As you may not
See her for a long while
Remember your friends
Who sat with you when
You cried
Over the troubles of men
Remember your lover's
Last touch
And how you love them
So very much
Put all the love
You could ever feel
Into the deadly weapon
That you wield
Water the ground
With your life blood
Turn the soil
Into red mud
As you fight for
Your country Syrlan!
And you fight
Down to every last man
Slip into Death's
Firm grasp
As he undoes
The clasp
Of Life's breath
Sleep now noble warriors
Who fight so well this day
Slip out of life
And go Death's saddened way
Follow the road
That you run
And into the light
Of the setting sun,"
I stopped singing, suddenly acutely aware of what a gory mess laid before me. My fingers, sore from plucking the strings of the lute, held stubbornly on to the instrument, which was probably better, since Hate chose that moment to appear before me.
"Little bitch!" He hissed, lunging for me. He had a bandage wrapped around his head form where Cedric had hit him. "Why did you have to interfere?" He sneered at me, "You, the little Chosen of the Sky, unprotected now. Where's your little lover, not here to save you?" Hate circled me, waiting for to do something.
"He loves me, and he would be here but for you locking him up in the dungeons!" I screamed at Hate, although it wasn't much of a scream. It was more of a strangled croak. I felt hate for this demon who seemed intent on ruining everything that I loved.
-No Chosen, do not succumb to Hate,- Life whispered in my mind.
-If you do, you will surely Die,- said Death. They stood beside me, an immortal barrier between Hate and myself.
"Thank you," I murmured to them.
-Sing, Liana, Sing!- The said in unison.
My cramped fingers uncurled, and positioned themselves on the lute. I plucked a few notes, and then I began to sing again.
"Listen to my words Hate
As I sing them loud and clear
Those that Love and do not Hate
Have of you no fear.
Listen well and mourn your ending
As I banish you to hell
Leave the mortal realm to mortals
And now I wish you well." I stopped singing as Hate's face contorted with something akin to pain. His image wavered in the air. His mouth worked in silent curses. I smiled one last time.
"Go to hell, Hate, for your future I wish you well." Smiling, benevolently, I took Life and Death's hands and clung to them tightly.
"Suffer you will," said Hate, glaring at me. His words seemed strained as if it were an effort to say them. "I hate you, Liana Chosen."
"I love you, Hate, not your sins, but you." I reached out and touched his cheek gently. The effect his touch had had on me previously seemed to work in reverse this time.
I felt no pain as Hate's face was deformed with the severity of pain he felt.
"Good bye, Hate. Good luck." Hate's image wavered, flickered and then disappeared entirely.
"We have work to do," Life said aloud.
"We leave you now, so you may go find the one you love. I wish you well, Liana Chosen." Death stepped in and kissed my cheek, smiling as he pulled away. "I will miss you," he said
"And I you," I said back, feeling a tight feeling in my throat that only mean tears.
"Live a happy life," Life said and kissed me on my other cheek. "I hope that I will see you someday again," she said with a roguish wink that made me giggle and sniffle all at once.
Life and Death joined hands, seemed to merge into one, disappeared and then reappeared upon the battlefield. I almost retched at the sight of the mess of limbs and mutilated bodies that were strewn across the field that had once been so beautiful with life. Now, there was only Death.
Or so it seemed.
As I saw the shifting face of Life walking among the warriors, some stirred, waiting to rise again. Those she touched, helping them to heal, and renew their lifeblood.
I saw Death too, walking among the bodies, although he was relieving some men of their mortal agony. He carried a sheaf of filmy white things draped across his arm, and he added another layer, each time he relieved someone of pain.
With a start, I realized that they were the souls of the deceased.
As the last of the light settled across the crimson field, I saw a banner being raised. It held the crest of Syrlan, the "S" made of a vine. I knew that Syrlan had won on the battlefield.
Smiling sadly, I observed the price that had been paid for the Syrlandan victory. It was the blood of innocents.
Sighing, I turned to go win my own, more private battle. I had to go find Cedric.
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A/N: Wow, that was long. For all of you who read the poem, tell me what you think of it. It was really really long!!! Wow!!! I really didn't think that I could do that...and then I, well, did. Okay, anyway...Tell me what you thought of this chapter! Please!!! I want to know if you guys thought that it was better than the last one.
Okay, thanks for everyone who reviewed...sorry i don't have my usual comments, but i was only allowed on for just enough time to post this...and i could check out who had said what etc. Sorry.
I really hope that some things were explained in this chapter. If you have questions, just tell me. (Hin hint, review)
-{EvenSong}
~*~
"Leaving spots of
Pain and blight
Everything
That they can smite
Falls away
Before their hands
Breaking into
The timeless sands
Feel the wind
Run through your hair
As into lifeless eyes
You stare
Face Death
And live again
Do not fear
Your heart will mend
Follow the river
As you run
Heading toward
The rising sun
Over forest
Field and dale
Feel how over land
Your feet do sail
Listen well
To birdsong sweet
Everywhere you're lead
By your feet
Do not rest
Until sundown
Else you'll be
Lying in the ground
Watch the road
Your path to run
Run with the light
Of the rising sun
Feel the touch
Of a mothers hand
As you run
Across the land
Remember parting words
As you leave
Her at home
To grieve
Until your return
Of bloody glory
Ready to sit
And tell your story
Smile with friends
The never last
As you sit and reminisce
About the past
Feel once again
A lover's touch
One that you crave
Oh so much
Live for the happy hours
Of Life's sweet sorrow
As wait silently
For the morrow
Fight for love
For life
As you walk
Amidst the strife
Live for lovers
For your mothers
Your sisters
Your brothers
Fight my friends
For what you believe in
Not for Hate
Or its accompanying sin
Fight for the land
You love to wander
Fight for the lover
Waiting yonder
Fight for your friends
Who die for you now
Listen to their screams
They are torn from foot to brow
But never Hate
Only love
Love them for what they were
As they watch from above
Run and fight
Noble guardsmen
And live
To strike again
Live for your kingdom
You home
As watered is
The loam
Upon which
You fight
This day of
Suicidal might
Remember your mother
And her parting smile
As you may not
See her for a long while
Remember your friends
Who sat with you when
You cried
Over the troubles of men
Remember your lover's
Last touch
And how you love them
So very much
Put all the love
You could ever feel
Into the deadly weapon
That you wield
Water the ground
With your life blood
Turn the soil
Into red mud
As you fight for
Your country Syrlan!
And you fight
Down to every last man
Slip into Death's
Firm grasp
As he undoes
The clasp
Of Life's breath
Sleep now noble warriors
Who fight so well this day
Slip out of life
And go Death's saddened way
Follow the road
That you run
And into the light
Of the setting sun,"
I stopped singing, suddenly acutely aware of what a gory mess laid before me. My fingers, sore from plucking the strings of the lute, held stubbornly on to the instrument, which was probably better, since Hate chose that moment to appear before me.
"Little bitch!" He hissed, lunging for me. He had a bandage wrapped around his head form where Cedric had hit him. "Why did you have to interfere?" He sneered at me, "You, the little Chosen of the Sky, unprotected now. Where's your little lover, not here to save you?" Hate circled me, waiting for to do something.
"He loves me, and he would be here but for you locking him up in the dungeons!" I screamed at Hate, although it wasn't much of a scream. It was more of a strangled croak. I felt hate for this demon who seemed intent on ruining everything that I loved.
-No Chosen, do not succumb to Hate,- Life whispered in my mind.
-If you do, you will surely Die,- said Death. They stood beside me, an immortal barrier between Hate and myself.
"Thank you," I murmured to them.
-Sing, Liana, Sing!- The said in unison.
My cramped fingers uncurled, and positioned themselves on the lute. I plucked a few notes, and then I began to sing again.
"Listen to my words Hate
As I sing them loud and clear
Those that Love and do not Hate
Have of you no fear.
Listen well and mourn your ending
As I banish you to hell
Leave the mortal realm to mortals
And now I wish you well." I stopped singing as Hate's face contorted with something akin to pain. His image wavered in the air. His mouth worked in silent curses. I smiled one last time.
"Go to hell, Hate, for your future I wish you well." Smiling, benevolently, I took Life and Death's hands and clung to them tightly.
"Suffer you will," said Hate, glaring at me. His words seemed strained as if it were an effort to say them. "I hate you, Liana Chosen."
"I love you, Hate, not your sins, but you." I reached out and touched his cheek gently. The effect his touch had had on me previously seemed to work in reverse this time.
I felt no pain as Hate's face was deformed with the severity of pain he felt.
"Good bye, Hate. Good luck." Hate's image wavered, flickered and then disappeared entirely.
"We have work to do," Life said aloud.
"We leave you now, so you may go find the one you love. I wish you well, Liana Chosen." Death stepped in and kissed my cheek, smiling as he pulled away. "I will miss you," he said
"And I you," I said back, feeling a tight feeling in my throat that only mean tears.
"Live a happy life," Life said and kissed me on my other cheek. "I hope that I will see you someday again," she said with a roguish wink that made me giggle and sniffle all at once.
Life and Death joined hands, seemed to merge into one, disappeared and then reappeared upon the battlefield. I almost retched at the sight of the mess of limbs and mutilated bodies that were strewn across the field that had once been so beautiful with life. Now, there was only Death.
Or so it seemed.
As I saw the shifting face of Life walking among the warriors, some stirred, waiting to rise again. Those she touched, helping them to heal, and renew their lifeblood.
I saw Death too, walking among the bodies, although he was relieving some men of their mortal agony. He carried a sheaf of filmy white things draped across his arm, and he added another layer, each time he relieved someone of pain.
With a start, I realized that they were the souls of the deceased.
As the last of the light settled across the crimson field, I saw a banner being raised. It held the crest of Syrlan, the "S" made of a vine. I knew that Syrlan had won on the battlefield.
Smiling sadly, I observed the price that had been paid for the Syrlandan victory. It was the blood of innocents.
Sighing, I turned to go win my own, more private battle. I had to go find Cedric.
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A/N: Wow, that was long. For all of you who read the poem, tell me what you think of it. It was really really long!!! Wow!!! I really didn't think that I could do that...and then I, well, did. Okay, anyway...Tell me what you thought of this chapter! Please!!! I want to know if you guys thought that it was better than the last one.
Okay, thanks for everyone who reviewed...sorry i don't have my usual comments, but i was only allowed on for just enough time to post this...and i could check out who had said what etc. Sorry.
I really hope that some things were explained in this chapter. If you have questions, just tell me. (Hin hint, review)
-{EvenSong}