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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 660034" data-attributes="member: 17461">And in that hellish arena where everything and...nothing occurredWhere mirrored music was broken and mirrored visionobscuredA wizard and a befuddled magicianconferredIn a Confucianesque discussion of just what it most certainly might have been That each may or may not have believedhimself or the other to have heardSo did the game endthat neither player would playThe magician storm off;the innocent...Wielding that promisespoke on a razor's nicked and crazied edgethe bloodied innocent wakenChoose, her Name ~ by the Windby the wolves, and by the Firein her eyesClaimthe witch and the ChildgodforsakenHold them safe ~that which, glass-eyed, call the Timethat which...liesClaim their truths as her ownthere, in that hellish dawning....Taught that which required to kneel requirevengeanceLearn vengeance require it becomethat which...liesStep forward ~pain, blue on blue, in those eyesChoose, and walk that path less traveled where briars and black thorned brambles writhe and moan against the noonWhere howling ricochets roar and rockthe ChildWhere witches howl for vengeancebald, and glass eyed 'neath the moon....So did the game end, that neither player would playThe magician storm offthe innocent...slip awayAnd in that dark and that thundered awakeningwhere the black and the white ricochetWhere witches fly and the Wind taste of vengeancewhere cripples and beggared innocents prayCrimsoned ribbands reflect....Innocence ~ bloodied innocence, hold the Wind ~hold, the Witch; hold the hunterat bay</blockquote>

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