Monday, November 15, 2010

Least of her worries

What once will almost kill us
will haunt us forever more.
What once will almost kill us
is crawling on the floor.
What once will almost kill us
is testing our alarms.
What once will almost kill us
is what forces our disarm.

What once sent us in shivers
down the murky city wall
What once had us in trembles
had us feeling truly small
What once was always watching
we knew enough to run,
what once could almost kill us
is ready for some fun.

Who dares to go right there,
that place beneath your crest.
Where family names are branded;
gold upon your chest.
Who dares to walk upon it,
test the waters with their ship.
The water's fire, the boat is wood
you wish you may, you tip.


To win you have to conquer,
through brimstone and through hail.
The storm's all blood, the mast is down,
the winds render you frail.
To win you must have speed,
and lies are quick to follow.
Monsters lurk where you can't see,
where your heart is dark and hollow.

But remember ever dearly
that it's possible to do.
The game is dark and sinister,
but your loved ones need you.
Your heart is hollowed, inside in
your thoughts are based in Must.
But love is what will conquer all;
in love, you need to trust.

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