Fury Unbound A thousand men have died today To keep me from this place But I have done whatever it took To balance the books once more And for my Love, repay To kill the keeper of this place To see him bleed and die My sword to rend from stem to stern Split him from end to end And see my agony in his face I ascend the stairs one by one To reach his damn'ed lair All guards have died, their battle done All gone, but he remains He will die, by setting sun Up the stairs and down the hall I walk down towards the door Behind which he is hiding He knows I'm here, I've told him so Wanting the fight, I do not stall I reach the door of solid teak I slam it from its hasp My sword jumps into my hand Flashing brightly in the flames Just like a lightning streak But as I take my stance to fight Do what befall mine eyes? You lying there within his bed Alive? Here, now with him? He laughs to break my trance Yes he says with booming voice She's mine, you fool, and always was! Oh stupid one, you 'king' of men She used you once, and took your Name Hah!! You didn't have a choice! The Fury consumed my mortal soul Turned me from man to Hate I screamed my pain And jumped at him His death my only goal He parried my sword down and away And smashed across my face I hit the wall, lay trembling there Fear crossed behind my eyes Knowing I might just die this day But then the Fury turned me into ice I gathered myself again Standing in that damn'ed lair My betrayal by you ignored Adding to the fight more spice I raised my sword and closed my eyes To find my central core Stilled my fears and quelled my pain And resolved just one more time That today, this day he dies I looked to your angelic face Your eyes tell me the truth You know my rage and know my fear Know that you've been caught And that none will leave this place Figure eight and smash and thrust Pacing toward his passive form Slash and parry, move for move The fight at last engaged Wood breaks in clouds of dust Sparks fly across the dim lit room As swords sing their song Clank and zing of block and strike The thump and slap of fists and kicks Resound and echo doom I trip and swing, my blow goes wide To which he missed a thrust But catching me a slashing cut Retreating back again Blood pouring down my side Tuck and roll, to stand upright Side slick with my blood The stance I take again once more Pain lancing from the wound Retake again the fight The Fury takes over now And I am merely there It takes me, makes me anew The pain is gone, as is fatigue The blade moves faster, truer somehow Advance and strike, the blow is true The armor breaks top to side He looks at me, his eyes go wide As he realizes what's been done He hits the floor on cue You scramble from the bed to him Still naked from your mating You pull him close upon your chest His blood pools down your knees As he dies, his sight grows dim I leave you sitting in the floor With his now dead, still form Growing colder, all of us He's dead, you're lost, I'm dying I walk out, through the door. You look at me, as I move past And I do not turn around You know your crime What you have done Cannot be undone at lastBirth sign: Not entered
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