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Bleeding Heart Bleeding, bleeding, Tybalt Dreams The Ballad of Shadow
Dearest Readers, I turn once more to the talented Tybalt for this edition's featured selection. Thus I present you with the following....
My heart has been cut open,
By it's own nature,
The nature of it's fickleness,
It's willingness to love.
It loves too often, and is hurt.
Why does it love so willingly,
Then act cowardly?
A wreck, a wreck,
My heart is a wreck.
If only I could find a woman to mend the scars,
Then my heart will begin to mend.
As for my own verses I offer you the following section..
dreams shatter like glass
tumbling from my hand
feel you slipping away
like grains of sand
harder i hold on
the more fades away
till all that remains
are echos of yesterday
the night grows cold
chasing shadows of you
always been a dreamer
but dreams die too
Tarasque
And there are times when we hear the voices of another sharing a ballad with us...
There are those who strive for Power,
Those who strive for Fame,
There are those, who wish for everyone to know of their Name.
Gather round and you shall hear,
A careful recanting of a tale, you need to hear.
It was a Shadow, nothing amiss.
Darkness swallowed, wicked son.
Little Maiden not to know, she was about to be undone.
From the darkness he called her, tricky little thing.
Never knowing she wouldn't be returning, as she had came.
Into his trap, his needs to suffice.
Robbing her, yes, as he fumbled around,
Bent her over a stump, and lifted her gown.
Plush little rump, ready for assault,
How she glowered, lusted, feigned a affront!
Imagine her surprise, the fee having been paid.
Rarer still to see her eyes, when at last she realized.
Robbery was payment, and he was her whore.
Bought, lock stock and barreled, PAID FOR.
But the bee would not sting, if you know what I mean.
Poor little bint, no way to fulfill her need.
Patting his shoulder, and off she would go.
"It happens to everyone, consider that coin you stole, a loan."
So with that she scampered off, wiser for her plight.
Not all robbers are rapist, and often the strong, have no might.
Caila
