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She didn't want a lot from you, infact she didn't want anything at all.

Then why do you hold her world up? Remember, don't let it fall.

You where there, and so was she. Remember the wars you fought.

You would call and punch and kick, she would always retort.

In that famous pages wing so many empty insults flew.

Across the hall from her and then raging back from you.

She fought for you always, in front, behind, beside.

You got a grip on her boy, don't you let it slide.

Some nights she would have dreamed of a certain green eyed guy.

You would always replace him, in those dreams she would fly.

Pale blonde hair and pale blue eyes, a picture perfect of purity.

A useful façade to match her mask, a secretive pair to see.

Into the ordeal you faced and died, some whispered trickery.

But oh that last night before, when you had lain with keladry.

And what many still wish to know, although the news is mild

As to how our kel is now carrying that blonde Joren's child.

It's not your fault; because no fault should be found.

You both knew she left the pregnancy charm on the carpeted ground.

A question forms on many a lips from the acts of now banished kith and kin.

Why does she not talk? Of course speech isn't needed for matters below the skin.

And why were you so surprised, hadn't you wondered at all?

About what happened in kel's life though it seemed quite small.

Kel was born a smart girl, that way she will ever be.

For kel was friend and a lover of her enemy.

You don't have to review, though it would be dandy. Hope that didn't spoil the mood, if there was one lol.