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Nov 2010
Her eyes the color of angry skies
Doth look upon my face
And from it's dark grave my heart arise
And flutters in her grace  

Her bloodied lips are daunting
As they move to form her words
Her melodic voice; haunting
As it shames the tune of birds

Cutting the air her edge sounds sweet
As it flies and slices with sin
I find my heart is skipping beat
As a new passion doth begin

Her blade then makes a faulty move  
I see my pale skin start to cry
My last mistake falls from the groove
As I lay my sweet self to die

my slender chest is falling
As I **** in ragged breath
I hear white women calling
As they usher me towards death

I see my lonely spirit rise
While in vanity she is took
I pause myself before the skies
Granting her one last fleeting look

The scene below me is flying
As mercy scatters in the breeze
I wake to find that I'm crying
Left with scarce more than memories

I stand on soft shaking limbs
As I realize with a start
my dreams' revolution brims
With a secret hidden heart

I'll dance with my fair maiden still
And watch her determinedly fly
O'er green pastures, and yonder hill
Until we kiss a sweet goodbye

My tattered armor holds me tall
As in my post I always stand
Let my warriors never fall
As foe’s die by this; my hand

And if captured by the enemy
With pause and fear forbade
I will draw her shining edge to me
blessing my Lady Blade
Written by
J Holloway
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