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I was

I stood before the river proud
Head held high
The conquered race
I watched them behead
My queen Omeriad
My King they had hung
On the city gate
Red spattered river flowed
I, priestess, prayed to the gods
Of the blue capped mountains
They were silent
I moaned as the sword slashed
My throat

I held my wife
Tight in my arms
Tears falling down my cheek
The white haired devils of the North
Have passed through
Leaving death upon their wake
My wife they raped
All ten of them
All reeking like randy goats
My sons they killed
My arms were strong
But not enough,
I will be dead soon from my wounds


I sat beside my King
Tall dark and hideous
Kingdom of the southern realm
Where sun was perpetual
And the people sin
incest abounded
I longed for death
And it did come
When my King used my body
In the most hideous way
He whipped, gagged, hung and copulated
With me
So good to die

I ran for cover
I screamed her name
The bombs behind me
shrill screams in seeming anger
I must reached the bridge
Or I would die
In my hand her photo
So beautiful, long black hair
Framing her face
I loved her I must return
To love her again
The world went dark

Tropical sun
Familiar yet alien
Promises of rain
In the humid air
So much like millions of yesterdays
Yet its new still
There will be more...
The circle of cycles draws near
Soon I will leave to travel
Once more
To live the lifes for me and more
To touch others
That I may hold dear
Or Not.
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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