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Jun 2016
As soon as the words pass my lips
I feel a cold fear that grips
I thought compassion, and empathy was my curse
But this is much, much worse

I feel it sink in
That cursed brunt symbol
Entered my skin
I don't understand why
But the blazing pain makes me utter a small cry
I want to scream make the birds take flight
But I don't want to fight

With the symbol sunk into my soul below
Somehow I just know
The Dark Lord is on the prowl
I pull closer my cowl
I can hear in the far distance he's beasts blood curdling howl

I look where the branded scar use to be
But now there are just smooth dark lines to see
The darkness of that symbol is now inside and out
To the Heavens in red hot rage I want to shout
What the hell is this curse all about

Instead I quit myself from within
I must find my zen
To protect this brave knight he must stay out of sight
He must rest before he finishes his plight
I don't want so soon to take flight
So I enchant this place, the trees twist and bend
They form a tight entangled twisted thorny dome, nothing can get in
But from the darkest evil we're still prone

I lay my weary aching body down by the fire
Contemplating how I'd got ****** into this mire
It wasn't long before my body gave in and my eyes retired
Asleep only for minutes when I was startled awake
Did I hear a noise, I wasn't sure I laid there to sense our fate
Hearing nothing more I almost relaxed till that shiver started to creep up my spine I didn't want to look, I didn't want to find

But fear like an misty black fog started to roll over my soul
This fear I didn't want to know
Like a storm cloud with a million little lighting bolts
It was passing through my body with a jolt
All striking my skin, a million shocks electrifying and multiplying my fear
I knew the Dark Lord was drawing near
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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