Conner's Choice
In dark tangents of emotional trappings, Wild choices are made that calls for blood. Yet we make our own choices, my one true brother. Born not out of greed, hate or fear, but out of love. Though you protest out of the deep bond we share, Listen, Duncan, not to the heart, but to the mind. I know we have no choice, also how much you care. We can wait no longer, we are out of time. When the choice is made, one of us will be dead. So fight me, Duncan, know that when this is done. I choose to who I give my power and my head. In the end there can be only one. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 03:51 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 10
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