I barge in the door
My concubine says what did you do that for?
Damn mercenaries
They are now my adversaries
We left in time,As we left the place was torched
Engulfed in flames and scorched
We went to see an old friend
Of whom I would trust to the end
He was very cautios of who came to see him
He was very strong and has ripped others limb from limb
He was hidden within the trees
Only I would see where he would be
I grabbed him"You could never hide from me"
We then went to his hidden lair
Told he about the mercenaries that were Strong and rare
Thought of the coming conflict
I must hide my concubine quick...
Very.. uhm.. I'm trying to think of another word besides nice. Great? Really good? Somewhere along thoes lines.
Yes thoes questions happened to me. A story? I kinda saw that from when I was reading it, it's really good though. I was thinking today when I read this one. A story maybe? In a poem type way.
Aw hey thank you.
i have scars like that, too. i hide mine, but i cant always hide them. im ashamed of who i am. i guess. it hasn't really stopped but, i know the cutting thing. i was bad. and to be honest with you, it looks like im getting that way again. cut here cut there...bleed here bleed there. blood drip drip drip. oh well. anyway, i hope all is well with you