What use was victory this day, when death her love had not stayed? And she wept, and she cried, and wished that he'd not died. With a flash! With a roar! With a swirling flash of colour in front of her did soar, A mighty giant, of blazing, unnatural demeanour! A foe here at last! She attacked swift,slashing fast! Her pain now had a target vast! But the fiery titan, blocked her blows though she was fighting, and around her, His vast arms like metal was tightening! "I know I seem frightening" He he spoke with a voice like an organ's vast piping, "But to help your woes I am lightening!" As he was leaving, through Death's claws there was seiving, a soul that broke free. But the Skulled One wasn't angry, for that one had made this a gore crows bloody party, And to him he felt no rancour in parting. "Ch...Chan...dra?" From his lips escaped the name of the one thing that to his soul was all. Her tears felt like lakes of ambrosial dew, and through the blood on his face drew, A pattern of wonderousness saw only by few--love that Death hadn't slew. Burning with fire, their mighty benefactor told her with friendship, not ire, That he was an efreet, a genie who lived in realms where fire fell like sleet. Upon to his feet, the genie his wizard friend did greet, and with mighty reach, Made a feast like a banquet here where the left wing had breached. The fiery one had long been a friend, of Silverblade since to Hell, His previous master did send. Unlike his vile brethern, Kullass DurSethran, Was an honourable gentleman. And none of the scavengers dared to approach, while that worthy them did cloak. A strange confession, the Lady felt she must mention, and she told of her people's invention. For she was no human, though to him she looked like perfection! In soft, worried words she was speaking, while from her eyes moisture was leaking, That she was a vampyre, not a vile unholy liar, but a person shaped by ancient alchemical fire. In days long past, a dark sorcerer his prisoners did fast, until at last, People to eat he would cast. But his his magical fluids, distilled from a bones of a druid, Into his prison pooled, and this the wretches drank as for food they drooled. Of their hunger and anger, something strange now ruled, and then they escaped, For by vengeance they were fuelled and the sorcerer did kill in ways terribly cruel. Now they lived on, and by shapechanging won, what ever deeds had need to be done. And she showed him, in the setting Sun, her true self, dark beauty undone. |
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seductive radiance now shone out like a hero's fame. Folk of evil, the darkest one's in whom wickedness boiled like weevils, Her people would go a hunting, and to Hell send their souls shunting, For upon their blood they had their favourite dining. Feared and shamed, she waited to hear love's end.... "You away I would never send! Hark and look at pitiful me, tis me who truth rends!" And he showed himself in truth without the art of the Glamour, An ugly man, paunchy and balding, made to seem better by the powers of his calling. "You saw me as I was in my youth, for the deeds of my legend had my body falling,Thanks to all that magical brawling, and never in beauty was my stature talling. But twas not just vanity, but to keep folk's amity, For a legend is not supposed to grow old, or be less than most bold." They both smiled, and talked for a while, and from the battlefield left single file, And after a mile, found some horses gathered round provisions in a pile. Then they rode off in the Moon's gentle darnkess, and spoke with loving frankness. While their friend the fire genie, took care of three hobgoblins full of meaness, Screams could be heard for many a mile, even by those whose hearing wasn't the keenest.... |
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