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Jarrod O'neal Poem
It thundered down the halls as furious pace, nothing able to stand in it's way.
The chains that bound turned to lace, it was free that day.
He tried to fight he tried to run, but the beast wouldn't stop.
It was finaly free and wanted fun, a malicous grin making it's jaw pop.
The battle was lost and he was surpressed, locked away down deep
Emotions flashing bordering depressed, no rest even in sleep
Then walls fell and and the prison raised
Broken was the spell, no longer crazed.
With renewed hope and blazing light
He stepped forward to continue his fight
Upon this day thanks are shared
For it reminds him of the time he was spared
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He watched as she lay there in almost never ending sleep. Her cries
echoed and pleaded, but he could not help enough. Her smile faded and
her body dissolved. He could only look on with tearful eyes. Pain of
loss, fear, and anger whirled around.The storm raged out of control.
Innocence fading, and a childhood filled with doubts, he built the walls.
He sealed them up and gave them little freedom, although he only
wanted to lessen their effect. Too late to stop the prison was created.
Locked away a light still shone, it's glow dimmed by the darkness. His
eyes began to close as hers began to dim. Her body lived on, her spirit
fled. A few times she returned, and his walls began to shrink. Then the
night stole her away, and the walls were iron clad. He looked towards
the prison to which he held no key. Sighing mournfully, he saw the light
was almost gone. Leaving on the path to find a key, he knew innocence
was but the first loss.
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The two stood apart from each other. The warrior was covered in blood
that was almost all his own. His body was beaten and his breath came
in ragged gulps. He readied his blade and attempted a final strike at his
foe. A cloak caught the attack and only a mask could be seen. He fell,
his spirit broken and his resolve gone. His body no longer able to fight,
his eyes began to see nothing but shadows. As he began to fade a
voice spoke, "Rise." He lifted his head to see a light flooding the sky. It
wrapped around him and he stood. An angel came down to him and
placed her hand on his, "Heal." His wounds closed and he felt strength
return to him. His resolve came back as the light was finally freed. The
warrior stood anew and he lifted his sword once again. The angel
gripped the sword with him and added her strength to his, "Fight." The
warrior charged and the fight resumed. With the light free and the
angel giving him purpose, the warrior fought. The battle raged and the
shade was beaten back. Life flourished around him as the shade was
locked away. It would break free and attack several times. Each time it
would be further broken as the two stood firm against the darkness.
Others came and bonds strengthened. The light could no longer be
sealed, and the darkness was bound forever more.
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He walked through the world that he was no longer concerned for.
Shadows wrapped around him like a cloak and hid his true self. Pain
and regret followed his steps. Anger and sorrow beside him on a silent
march. The land he walked on seemed barren. Those few areas of hope
and life fading as he reached for them. He soon ignored them, and they
stopped appearing. For years he walked alone searching for the key. He
could not find it in himself, couldn not find it in his God. His bonds had
faded and his true self hidden behind a mask. He felt his strength
leaving him as he moved forward. The wind pushed against him as his
cloak weighed him down.The procession he followed leading to only one
destination. He asked the light to forgive him. He would not be able to
find the key in time.
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