The Pressure's Building.
By Andrew Hide
The marsh is covered with mist, at the start of a new day, I can smell the battle coming there will be a death today. I do not want to fight this war but the choice, it is not mine, another young knight is coming, I'm his enemy, he's not mine. But I won't allow myself to be butchered in that way, when the time comes he wont see another day. "Arise and prepare to die, you evil, viscous beast, I'll rip your heart,and break your soul, on your body I shall feast". Now the fool is charging, I feel the anger rise, the pressure builds inside me and the fire flies. Again the warrior stands, feet sinking in the mud, beside him lies his horse, too burned to show the blood. His sword, he now is swinging only inches from my chest, I've had enough of dodging, it's time he joined the rest. I feel the pressure building and then the fire flies, the young knight hits the floor and that is where he dies. I wouldn't choose to live like this or this way to behave but I'd rather be a monster than a pompous young knights slave. Born as I, a dragon, condemned by another's hand, never to roam freely, never to walk upon this land. Written March 5th, 2002 © on Jun 24 2002 10:48 PM PST, Andrew Hide children
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