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Freedom...

Sword Of honor
Shield of dreams
Warrior knights
Defending beliefs

Marching forward
In tight knit rank
Staves of wood
And armor of chain

Willing to fight
and willing to die
defending our freedom
with their very lives

Though some will pass
and some will stay
the trials of the heart
will always remain

For in the darkness of battle
and the light of glory
Their spirits live on
in the freedom we enjoy

For freedom has a price
that we must pay
Be it in the distant tomorrow
or the twilight of today

Its a price of blood
of sweat and tears
where courage is born
despite our fears

Where legends live
and heros are made
men like no other
who rule the day

Who pays the price
so that we carry on
who sacrifices their lives
for the battles to be won

Some we do not remember
others we know well
Theirs are the stories
the old ones tell

They get the memories
and their names on a cross
this is for those
whos names we have forgot

Who shed their blood
their souls and their names
left dying in the dirt
for nature to claim

Lying there
all alone
twisted in pain
So far from home

What did they think
as their bodies fell
was it a lovers kiss
or their final farewell

A sweet loving wides
gentle good bye
as she held him close
and quietly cried

The newborn babe
who called his name
the child holds just a memory
for all that remains

Who touched his face
with a babys hand
ther last memory
of his father in this land

A silent prayer
I give them now
with tears in my eyes
a shadow on my brow

For they gave me
I can never repay
except with love
and these words that I say

They are the air
that I constantly breath
for due to their sacrifice
life was given to me

And so often we hold it
to be so little
this life of ours
in the earths blue cradle

And we close our eys
and turn away
from all that was lost
and the lives that gave.

Maybe we should stop
and fall to our knees
and beg their forgiveness
while in heaven they sleep

And give them our thanks
and the strength of our hearts
To know they arent forgotten
out their in the stars

This I know
and hold to be true
from the forests of green
to the oceans of blue

I owe them all
and can give back none
they are my blood
I wont turn and run

For without freedom
who would I be
certainly not who I am
For freedom made me

Nyre

© Copyright 1998

 

 

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And she burns

He enters with a stride
that makes everyone turn.
He flashes the grin
that makes each woman burn.

... and she watches ...

He moves with confidence
and a nonchallant air.
His moto is "I am me,
if you hate that, I dont care".

... and she watches ...

His voice rises above all
in a deep resonant tone.
He is comfortable in a crowd
or sitting alone.

... and she watches ...

His piercing eyes move
very slowly with care.
Measuring the worth and actions
of all who are there.

... and she watches ...

His gaze stops and falls
directly on her.
Her breath catches fast
her heart starts to stir.

... and she shivers ...

With a crook of his finger
he commands her "here!"
With trembling limbs
she moves trepid with fear.

... and she quivers ...
Critically he takes stock
of her potential worth.
Seeing her flushed cheeks
he chuckles with mirth.

... and she whimpers ...

With a dismissive wave
he sends her away from his feet.
He turns back to his friends
already forgetting the "meet".

... and she plummets ...

He laughs and shares tales
of friends and of foe.
All ears his prisoners
till long after the fires are low.

... and she aches ...

He rises from his place
to his towering stance.
And then walks out the door
without a backward glance.

... and she sobs ...

He owns the girl
who he left on the fur.
Even though his collar
has never graced the girl.

... and she burns ...

with wishes of happiness and peace to who ever reads this,

coral

 

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Your slaves Creed

 

~i kneel before You, humbled by Your strength and dominion. With my life's breath, i uncover these gifts to You...~

 

my name, that You might title Your possession
my thoughts, that You might guide me
my obedience, that You might shape me
my feelings, that You might challenge and protect me
my desires, that You might satisfy Yours in mine
my pride, that You might teach me humility
my past, that You might discover and learn me
my guilts, that You might shepherd me to healing
my fears, that You might confront with me
my insecurities, that You might guard me from myself
my inhibitions, that You might bare my fantasies
my fantasies, that You might share through me
my respect, that You might know my admiration
my hopes, that You might see my dreams
my love, that You might unmask my soul

The beating of my heart sustains the gifts of my submission, which i place at Your feet in offering for Your governance. From this day forth, let me be known no more as "me" but as "Yours"...owned and cherished.

This humble girl lies exposed to her core essence...Your slave.

shirin{NF}... cherished slave to NightFalkon

 

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