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"The battlements have been breached!"
The cry rang through her head
And shuddered the bones of her body
And ripped through her Soul
Where it danced a dance of
Dread.
She cannot flee -
They have invaded
Through the tiniest and
Most
Ancient
Little chink -
A chink in her armour?
A chink in her mind?
A chink where she most dreads it
One that lies
Inside her
Where she thought it
Truly
Hid?
Yes -
That's where they have slithered
Right into her Soul,
Awakened Fright into
Panic
That for ages past has been
Denied its toll.
Now is no time for
Praying -
Nor for time upon her knees -
Nor for burning sweet smelling incense
To put her mind
At ease.
Now's the time for
Fighting -
So now she draws her
Sword -
She wields it with its
Power -
Until it wields her with its
Need.
Slash! - that's it!
Cut and thrust,
See blood gush like fountains
From headless necks and torsos -
Watch men fall over staring,
Amaz -ed at their deaths
As she pulls the blade
Quite swiftly right out from their own necks.
This is the time when
Prayers don't work,
These beasts just rage on about their filthy work.
When all is done
It's time to go and find the place -
That tiny little shiny chink
That let
Evil
In -
Oh what disgrace.
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