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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 3:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 6:54 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 10:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 2:20 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 12:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 8:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 3:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 5:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 10:12 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 9:59 pm
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This one's older, still one of my favorites.
Ascension ( Mar 06 )
The end of this day draws near I’ve watched it’s coming, like sands in an hour glass In which one grain’s passing was not missed Much like the roots of weeds absorb everything given them So too have my eyes absorbed everything given them of the world I’ve lived quietly to this point, Forsaking the identity and responsibilities that accompanied my birth I went about my business with my face in shadow, Veiled by the hooded cloak that I have become much accustomed to There are those that know my name, yes, But more in the way that each person’s name reminds them of a face Whether this face is friend or foe I care not; My destiny is not in their hands.
My focus is on those sails I find suspicion in the conveniently ordinary The way the sea delivers this vessel… Much more like a flaming baton in a relay, Than a welcome guest Such a shock of white in a hanging gloom is rare, The fact rumors of outsiders have already swept over the cobblestones Only thickens this heavy air Like wary beasts my kinsmen lie in wait, Their faces alive with fear and wonder Accentuated by the single flickering candle, Quivering before the fierce winds and dark fortune they bear. It is for this reason I carry the sacred blade, As far as we have come, As civilized as we claim to be, There are still many times it protects me when my words alone cannot I spare no pity for the fools reason has left; They are my enemy.
So now, As the sky darkens with screams for mercy and justice And as streaks of murder and power bleach the dark with increasing frequency I leave my shadows behind A crowned prince of the night and guardian of my realm, These are the titles I remember in these times, These are the duties I bear.
A hero who returns home to a place the evil never touched Is both fortunate and relieved of his works Even on stormy nights when the hauntings of his final battle fill his mind, The reminders of an unconscious will that carried him to victory, Support will be nowhere in reach For no sooner will the happy understand pain Than the thirstless know relief.
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