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 Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2004 1:51 am
Here I stand alone
And forgotten.
But I despair not
For my task is yet unfinished.
I have been placed here to watchover you my friend.
Until you sleep for eternity.
Here shall I stand.
To Watch.
To guide.
To protect.
To serve.
When shall I finally be able to rest?
Only the shadow knows...
For when you rest, so shall I.
My line shall carry on.
And so shall yours.
For the fates have woven our strands together,
And those who decend from us,
Shall be woven together as well...
This was just something random I did at 1:35 AM PST here in California. Hope you enjoyed it
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2004 9:39 am
o.O;; Nice.
o_o; who's saying it, though?
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2004 10:00 am
I can't link it to any Anita Blake characters, but it's pretty deep nonetheless.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2004 1:27 pm
I have no honest idea who would be saying it. Its just something I wrote this morning.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2004 10:47 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2004 4:26 pm
Thanks. Im kinda in the mood to write again...
On a dark night,
I sit alone.
Praying and hoping
For deliverance from what stands next to me.
It stands there and looks at me.
Now it looks through my soul,
and reaches for me.
I try to remain calm, though my heart pounds like a war drum.
Then I feel a presance.
Not of malevolence,
But peace and saftey.
I hear the presance speaking
And the dark thing shreiks.
It reaches for me again
And I ignore though I want to recoil and scream.
In my mind I beg for mercy,
But find she has already come.
The dark thing now recoils and begins to leave.
As my savior beats it back, I focus on the calm she brings to me.
Soon the creature is gone, and I am alright.
Shaken.
But alright.
I dont know about you guys, but personally I do believe in Demons and God. Something very similar happened last night. I at first thought it was my imagination, then the thing actually touched me. It was a Demon. My friend Heather, held it off, and banished it from my own room. Here I sit at my computer, probably alive because of her. I owe her a great debt. The above was commemoration for her and dedicated to her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 3:16 pm
Wow. It was lucky you have a friend so powerful.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2004 9:42 pm
Only God knows where I would be without her. Im glad I met her when I did. Otherwise I might not be here today. As you may have noticed, my art is that of words, not images. I am a horrible artist when it comes to drawing. And I am not very good at Ceramics either....
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2005 8:56 am
How did she banish it? How do you know it was a demon? did you see it?
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2005 10:58 am
Yes, I would like to know more info on the incident as well.
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