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The Devil and His Bride -Part the Second-

That devil came with fury... across night's fearlit sky... To sling at me with vengeful curse... his fiery lance direct and sure... at my very eye. A'top the royal yard... such scene I did'st surmise... As drew I from its scabbard, my bow in stealth disguise... And notched an arrow, from that quiver tied upon my back... With speed let fly so did I that swift-sure dark attack... Now that devil then did'st bring forth his fiery shield... of hue and melt o'bronze... And so stopped my arrows as they flew... yet still... I could not yield. Alas! That demon charged me now... with gleaming blades of steel, and as he came his bride still sung... her songs of heathen mortal dread. As devil's blade did so swing now down upon my head. And as I thought to vanquish foe... Not else did'st have I in mind... Naught but devil's bride a'singing at my side. So that devil in his demonic mind... did within me find... a thought as such 'twould ensure... my own self was not quite sure. Thus did he in blink of hazard eye... haul forth at me with demonspeed... his thrice pronged staff upon which I'd now die. 'Twas all but silent for that moment... A'stood so still in time... As gathered I my courage... focused clear my eye. So to leap upon my flying steed and off... up to the sky... Then to turn and fear to spurn... As toward that devil did'st I fly! A'side me so 'twas singing still... that devil's gruesome bride... Yet now I knew her song was true... to them that had'st no will. Temptress chant and demon's rant... Neither slowed my charge. For freedom's song did lure me on... As devil loomed a'fore me large. So did I meet that demon... in headlong brutal clash... As world around us took shade of ghastly black. 'Twas I'd become the devil... Sure the devil would be me... As swung down with fearsome force... My blade o'bloodlust greed. And that bride yet still at my side... did'st with fateful song abide... With lust and heathen purity... into my hell I then did'st ride. Oh the clamor of that battle waged against such demon I'd engaged... Was naught but whisper or as lullaby... As to what now befell my eye. For surely I'd no thought of such as fiery cauldron spewed... Ne'er a'fore had I in life horror rampant viewed. 'Twas truly now for all to see... That devil and the demon... 'Twere so surely... e'er naught but me. SeaWolf ©

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Date: 2/11/2011 9:22:00 PM
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