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Walls
Echoing walls, reflecting the silence contained within,
(who knew it could be so cold?)
Amplifying reflections of loneliness and sorrow,
Imprinted on her soul
Nothing left for it but to sleep,
In the dimly lit rooms, she hides inside,
Memories contributing to the mood,
but nothing more
She understands pain.
Frustration
Rage%u2026
They mean little now,
old friends who come to visit,
occasionally step away,
but they%u2019re always there.
It%u2019s hard to recall when she met them,
learned how to wield them,
along with her longsword.
Axe.
Bow.
Learned to wield pain,
Let it burn away her weakness,
Let it rejoice in spilled blood.
Cold rage, the mind behind the body driven.
Blocking screaming insanity with velvet curtain.
She knows no companion, save he whom she rides-
wraith-gray and barrel-chested. Stout.
Loyal, carrying her ever farther away (and ever closer).
%u201CWanderer,%u201D some call her, as she rides through towns,
while others, seeing Death,
(Wild, vicious Death, single blade on his [her] back)
Black Death, ride in her train (of none but he).
Ward %u2018gainst, hoping to see
The morrow%u2019s dawn.
She goes where the winds demand,
never seeing the same path twice in a year,
marble-cold and silent,
As the grave.
She%u2019ll send them there before her.
Through shadow, %u2018til the edge of light,
She%u2019ll ride with Demon-Death in her train.
He knows her endless torment of being alone
(it is a legacy of the Shade).
She%u2019ll never be tamed by man, this
hawk-wild knight.
Secret smile on her face, she enjoys the pain%u2026
%u201CShade%u2019s Own,%u201D they%u2019ll whisper as she rides
(for to call her companion Death, would be impossible,
at the very least).
Dark hair brushed back from Shade%u2019s own eyes,
no need for helm has she.
~~~
%u201CA toast for the champion!%u201D A cry risen
%u201CNay,%u201D he said, %u201Ca boon do I crave;
grant me, milord, that raven mare, a new bow of yew,
and a blade, from thine%u2019s own armory! Lord.
I seek no more to play at battle
in your summer castle.%u201D
%u201CI will seek this legend, she whom they call the Shade%u2019s,
who speaks no word (but in battle%u2026!)
Who rides by night.
They say she is invincible!
Yet, others say immortal.
I wish the truth, milord.%u201D
Drunken laughter reigns at his fevered plea.
%u201CGo, young knight, away from my summer palace,
See you bring her back to me,
and I shall give thee dragons!%u201D
~~~
Bitter winter%u2019s cold, she notices not,
The rage keeping her isolated.
Stone.
And Death, ever-loyal Death, rides in her train.
The blood hunger rises, deeper than before-
demanding a life%u2026
Whereas, on yon raven mare, he tracks her trail.
How? Don%u2019t ask.
Its all about youth, and folly.
And none ever say he was human [either].
(There is more than one).
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