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Ondine She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black. --Bob Dylan 2005-12-14 4:11 PM dragonslayer Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (6) |
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I stand on the misty plane Sword in hand, too heavy My knees are stiff and my arms weak. I am puny and I know you can break me in half. Looming before me with your perfect, muscled body. Who is the coward here? Not me, facing you. Not me. Diamond eyes glitter in the fog. Look up, Lisa. See the smugness in that hard beautiful face. See the certainty of victory. "I am perfect," you rumble, "and you are so small you barely exist." Who is the coward here? Not me, facing you. Not me. I raise the sword, Too heavy to hold. I strike, lunging with knees too stiff. I cut, slicing through the veneer of scales Hardened by conceit. And you in your beauty, in your perfection, fall. Who is the coward here? Not me, facing you. Not me. |
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