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..He didn’t return to the patriarchs,
he just e-mailed them a resignation,
they gave their regrets, but they understood,
fifteen years was tough in this occupation.
He bought a small place outside Rapid City,
out in the broad prairie, for tranquility.

The words she had told him did make thin think,
how many ‘good’ Nephilim were out there?
He still had the energy detector,
one day he loaded it in his pack with care,
Went to the city and wandered the roads,
were these folks out there?  He just had to know.

It took a few hours, but he found one,
bagging groceries at a supermarket,
a teenage boy, awkward with customers,
Cormack knew evil, and this wasn’t it.
Then a mother, a lawyer, and a cabbie,
those were good people…well, two-out-of-three.

It all left things spinning within his own mind,
how did he make sense of what he had learned?
When three great religions all did proclaim
they were abhorrent, and destined to burn.
Did he betray mother, laying down his gun?
For long months he pondered, and it was not fun.

Perhaps Cormack would have just stayed this way,
living quietly on what he had saved,
but one night Christine showed up on his door,
she’d changed her hair, had it done up in waves.
Her face seemed paler, and her eyes were sad,
he didn’t know if to feel worried or glad.

“What are you doing here?”he asked simply.
She shrugged.  “Can’t a girl visit an old friend?”
He said, “We didn’t end on happy terms,
and I have been through too much to pretend.”
She said, “I’m sorry I left things amiss,”
then suddenly launched herself into a kiss.

It was hours before the two settled down,
lying sweaty in Cormack’s comfy bed,
she was half asleep when she heard him ask,
“You still haven’t replied to what I said.
Fun as this was, it seems to come too late,
you made it quite clear, my kind you must hate.”

She said, “It’s been hard to just forget you,
I did love you, and maybe I still do.
And given your mother, I can understand,
the evil Nephilim were all you knew.
And you stopped hunting when the truth became clear,
maybe, that fact, is why I came here.

“Maybe that’s the tragedy of this all,
I am doomed to love a man I should not.
Your old friends must be keeping an eye out,
if I keep coming back, I will get caught.”
He smiled and said, “The chances are slim,
they do not know that you are Nephilim.”

CONCLUDES IN PART V.
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