Who Knew Such Hate?A Poem by Robert A. PachecoThis is a somewhat first-person poem I've decided to write. It's a new style I'm trying. I hope you all will enjoy this.Standing here, watching him, Drawing my blade, as the light is dim. I close my eyes, speaking a silent prayer, He stands, watching, not striking, being fair.
His blade has already been drawn, his long dark hair covering his face. I look into his dark, twisted eyes, then suddenly my heart starts to race. He strikes at me, I parry and counter, He doesn't know, I've finally found her What I've been searching for, the answer.
In order to get to what I need, I must fight, and get to it with great speed. No matter the cost that I will have to pay, No matter the pain that covers me, on my way.
Instead of running away, I stand my ground. My enemy's eyes flash, while he wears a frown. I grin lightly, evermore, He strikes again, but this time I end up on the floor.
The truth I seek no longer exists. My mind confused, filled with mist. Striking out again and again, He stings my body with my rapier twice, and then, Everything goes black......... I'm no longer apart of men.
You see, the blade cut's both ways. I was bitten not once, but twice, by my own blade. © 2008 Robert A. PachecoAuthor's Note
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Added on April 10, 2008AuthorRobert A. PachecoNorth Creek, NYAboutHello. My name is Rob, and I've only just come back to the Cafe', since 2008. more..Writing
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