An Old Tale.

By LizzyQ, The_Experiment March 23, 2009 | 119 Views

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My hands feel weary...
...and my young bones ache.

My soul is tired...
...so I search around shakily in the early morning darkness...
... for my chivalric honor, and my warrior's code.

I must have left them somewhere between there and here.

Where is my inspiration now...?
... my whimsy?
... my guts?

I've lost my voice... I fear...

....and somehow I also seem to have lost my pen...

My ocean blue eyes would speak volumes to you...
...of long gone battles...
...both won and lost...

...but glazed over with exhaustion...

...they won't let you in.

Instead, steal. Nothing.

If I let down my defenses...
I'm afraid I'll fall down.

I'm not sure how many more times I can get up again.

I'm tired.

Like a war torn soldier...

I stumble forward...
...numb...
...with my knees raw and bleeding...

...and my spirit torn.

Who will carry Artemis' banner if I fall?

They say I've won the battle... I hear some shouting in the distance...

<... look there... my lady... can't you see? ...that's victory there over the next ridge... >

I don't believe them. I shake my head groggily, in an attempt to try to wake up.

Hah.

I'll only believe in victory once I have it in my hands... and I never have to return to THAT battle field again.

...Still groggy... I stumble forward... I still have a ways to go...

...to get there... it seems like forever...

<...can't you see it... my lady... you've won... they can't beat you now... the trumpets will soon be calling out your victory!>

I can hear them vaguely... calling to me...

<...look what you've done... my lady... against all odds... things can only get better from here...>

Hah. That's what they always say.

But a warrior's heart knows...
... there will always be more battles.

~LQ~

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