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The sun rises glinting off the knights sword
The blood glistening as it slowly dries to black
He looks down at his vanquished enemy
Her wild ebony hair fans around her now pale face.
Her deep brown eyes stare up at him, still holding a
glint of mischief
Her lips twist into a mockery of a smile, as she whispers"I still loved you"
Taking a few more labored breaths, she drinks in the
knight slumped shoulders
The guilt creeping into his eyes
Knowing the damage she has done
And her lips relax int a satisfied smile.
{This poem was sent to me from a friend in EQ Johndar
the author is unknown}
o Disclaimer: All poetry on this page that was written by me, may not be republished or redistributed without my permission 5>