Silver Blade

December 1, 2011
By -Madhatter- PLATINUM, Ballwin, Missouri
-Madhatter- PLATINUM, Ballwin, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"I hate it when people see you in the supermarket and they are like 'Hey! What are you doing here?' and I'm just like 'Oh you know....hunting elephants'"


My threatening Voice echoes
The threat hangs in the air
He turns away
I sigh with relief and drop the Silver Blade

I didn't want to hurt him
The battle rages on
I wish I hadn't come
He runs to tell his master...my father

Father turns
It's easy to see a girl
In the middle of a male battle
I smile sheepishly

We are on opposite sides
He reaches his hand out
He demands my blade
It glints effortlessly...so beautiful

I know he will hurt me
So I give him the Silver Blade
I am his prisoner...again
He sends me to a makeshift prison

I sit and watch my side win
My calls for help are drowned out
My father drags me to his horse-drawn cart
And takes me to his castle

The queen, my mother, glares at me
She hates me for leaving
Then threatening her warrior
I turn absently to my room

The long corridors
Are familiar
They seem to go on endlessly
I see the outline of my door

I smile faintly
But I am homesick
Homesick for my home on the other side
I want that room, with my dog

But instead I open my old door
To a dusty abandoned room
I sigh and sit
My cat jumps in my lap,purring

I get my parchment out
To write to you
This poem
I hear a click of a lock

I realize my father
Locked my door
I sigh and get my quill and ink
and write on my parchment



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