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Date Posted: 01:20:52 08/06/00 Sun
Author: JuliaSet
Author Host/IP: atl3a030-0179.splitrock.net / 63.254.114.179
Subject: Re: Beautiful!
In reply to: Pliny the Elder 's message, "Beautiful!" on 22:46:30 08/05/00 Sat

You are welcome. Hope this saves Impresions from non-game posts.
JuliaSet

======The Warrior's Pool======
Heavenly Blue, Pool of delight
Cleanse my wounds, heal my limbs.
Rest this old soldier, worn by trouble.
I, a whirlwind from the desert,

The smoke of burning towns.
Of willing hands, the working mounds
The past unrolls in my mind, to sit before this pool.
Words are no solace, old man, he grumbles to himself,

Your life fades into crimson sheets
Lances of sunlight, swords of purple, blue and rose,
The banners of many nations have passed beneath your feet!
The ride across the sea, the terror of the deep.

Your feasts, the fears, the joys,
The chosen life of camaraderie.
The grip of death, the enemies defeat..
Thunder wrenched the ground beneath your feet.

As you mounted the stairs into the enemies' keep
Lifting up your sword, with steeled, clenched teeth!
The light.. and rain.. so foreign, so sweet.
Stripes of men upon the sand, hurtling to each other.

Horses scream, metal glints,
The smell of war in desert sands.
Now and again we fought at home and in those foreign lands
Ahh, to hold the ring of gold, right from Pharaoh's hands!

"All I remember now," he nods,
..... "is the taste of blood and sand."

"Grandfather wake up! Tell me again! Tell me about the Hyksos and your adventure with Pharaoh."

"Well, Little Hawk, if you could fly, to see my world... I went so far away...... I will tell you the story of.....:"

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