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Born in the cold frost night.
The shadows lit with MORE light and danced with MORE color - then the begining of this life.
The sliding doors escaped the cutting swords of brisk chilled winds that embraced such a moment
as she snaked and slipped gracefully through and through,
daggering on and on aim, bulls eye a newborns life, ever so weary, she indefinately fades into the night,
silence became that deaths moment out of respect for the parting seas of what seemed to be a lifetimes worth
of a heart breaking broken motherly loves absentee.
Pain becomes anger wrapped in defensive mechanisms evaporating into emptiness.
Emptiness, cold -
echoed, caved in emptiness -
to an inevitable numbing nothing, accustomed, unsurprising with out challenge
never to flinch, laughing in the face of pain and death, repetative epiphanies....
And from the dark age,
the Sword is pulleth from its Stone,
the land is saved by a miracle alone,
a king is born, my prince charming...
Nico the V.
A happy ending merging as a new begining
life began with you.
Your hands are mine to hold
your eyes are mirrored reflections
as I see me in your mimicked reactions to my tear filled smiles
to the naturally instinct of a need to love and protect at any and all costs -
motherly loves forever unbroken
the land is saved
my heart is saved
by a miracle
a miracle of you.
