I walked down the stairs
The moon smirked above
I cursed the blind fate that ruled from above
I had been carried this far on relentless need
But now that I was here it was content just to seethe
I looked down at the stage where this final act would take place
With old emotion my heart began to race
Old memories surfaced that I could not out pace.
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I'm going to win,
I'd told them one day
I'm going to make it up out of this place
They'd laughed and they'd joked as close friends will do
But under it all there was a sorrow even they could not hide
Then you came among us
Green eyes full of sorrow and stamping it down you talked of tomorrow
The Duels we shared
The tears and the pain
All of it came back to me again
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Hair a mass of blood red flame
Green eyes that swung to blue and back again
Tall and slender
A smile for all
Somehow you never let me fall
Not in the wind
Nor the rain
Or in the depths of the night
I only wish I could help you with your own fight
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You never let on
Not even the day that I left
Just how near you stood to death
With a smile on your face and tears in your eyes
You'd ironically told me not to cry
So away they took me from all that I loved
And also from you my dear sister/best friend
It wasn't by blood that the two of us were joined
But by a love and a trust that none could destroy
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I stood on the stair looking out on the place where
You had stood once before,
I trembled with fear
I'd lost once too often to have the cool unshakable confidence
I'd once been famous for
I closed my eyes my hands gripping the cool steel railing
Then a light touch on my shoulder
A low laugh
I looked over and saw you standing there my friend
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Eyes just as green
Curls flaming around your brow
That smile that answered any question ever said
I smiled for you, only for you
And you laughed again
Throwing back your head
Then you draped an arm around my shoulders
Whispering some witty comment in my ear
Soothing something quivering inside me
Come on Dragon Boy let's go kick the kids ass
What if I don't I questioned
Needing to hear your answer, just like old times
Your eyes flashed, one blue and one green
I'll kick your ass so hard you'll never sit down again
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I looked back at the stage
And so did you
Clever Bastard you muttered
I raised a brow and countered
No shit Sherlock,
How good is he? You ask, too calmly
You never did get wound up at all
At least not until you it was your turn,
I vibrantly recall
Can't say, I've never seen him duel, my voice soft in the night
But he's seen you? You speak, barely a whisper of air
Probably, I closed my eyes
I've heard he has a dragon to.
Really? You ask looking round the stadium
No wonder you didn't decline to duel him.
Yeah big surprise, I trail off in a mutter.
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"So where is this hot shot?
He must be a pro.
I've never seen you this low down before"
A sadistic chuckle is my reply
"I've lost once too often to fly all that high."
You look at me strangely in the waning light.
The silver moon rises higher in the night
Then you nudge my arm and point to the shadows stretched out before us
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Then with a half smile that says all you give me a nuggie
Then start down the stairs to the place where you'll watch
This winner-takes-all duel
But that just slips by me
My gaze and my thoughts focused somewhere far away
On the ground before me five shadows merge
Swirling and shifting
An uncontrollable urge.
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I feel a warm breeze on my neck
And smile knowing that there's no breeze to check
You swirl around me, my beauties three
Waiting for your last two brothers to be free
You're shadows still for a moment
As you're all held in sway
By a figure that has too long been away
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I can feel it now
That sweet reckless urge
To crush and to tear
To let loose a rage mirrored in your eyes
Yes my beauties you've won again
Never more can I fight the one within me
For he to longs to be free
I sigh one last sigh as the chains the bind me go on their way
Removed till once more they need hold me stay
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Below me a forms steps up on the stage
He turns to me
His emerald eyes cold
I meet then coolly like in the Westerns of old
The two opponents stare down
Neither one of them moves
Sizing the other
To win or to lose
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Behind they strain
Their sleek hides are marred
With cuts and scars
Inflicted by chains
And the abusive power of the one they must follow
The four once more howl
Like the wind in the trees
He shivers before a frost filled breeze.
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So this is the one
Tonight is the night
When I can finish
The purest form of fight…
