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Reflections of the past
Looking into a mirror
 i study its intricate designs
 carvings in stone...
 ravens, owls, and
 creatures of the night
 crawl upon the stone that
 surrounds the cold glass
 the reflection
 isn't as intricate
 or as lovely
 I look away from my picture
 and i latch my sword onto my back
 and buckle the final clasp
 I avoid looking back
 to the mirror because
 I have already memorized
 what i am going to see
 a shining suit of armor
 worn by a girl
 unfit and undeserving
 of the weaponry she bares
 covered in blood
 from a previous battle, lost
 yet here and now
 i need to go back out
 onto this battle field
 and fight a war 
 that was already lost
 my enemy is one
 but carries many names
 with a mind so twisted
 and deceiving
 it would make 
 even the devil go insane
 He stalks the night
 hunts the unsuspecting
 while she lies in his den
 injured and weak
 waiting for the day
 praying his return
 she thrives on his presence
 wrapped around his little finger
 she may as well be 
 one of the unsuspecting victims
 he prays off of at night
 abusing them
 with out giving them
 a chance to fight
 he takes who he choices
 covers them in bruises
 uses them as he pleases
 shows them who he really is
 yet his crimes come and go
 never drawing attention 
 and he can wash his hands
 and pick his teeth clean
 and return to 
 his frightened little bird
 as his victims screams go unheard
 this is what i fear
 no longer wanting 
 to just sit and wait here
 He's ready to attack
 Javoline is back
 Rob comes and goes
 friends turn to foes
 here comes another war 
 i look toward the open door
 Ruhe stand there
 in her own worn armor
 beautiful even after
 all she has been through
 we are here to fight a battle
 that we know we have a
 good chance to lose
 fearing our bird will turn to ash
 and be reborn
 forgetting the words
 that have already been sworn
 he is ready to attack again
 she is vulnerable to his every lie
 now we take our chance to die
 His victim remains unchosen
 two warriors are ready to fight
 a battle we will try not to lose
 on this night
 we have our weapons 
 we have our minds
 we have her trust
 and his fear
 we may will win this battle 
 but this war is sure to last
 forever
 so we sit here
 and wait for the cannons to sound
 so we can enter
 our battle ground
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