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River
Sunday, April 30, 2006

Need I say more? A poem, about River. Maybe, if ya'll ask nicely, I'll make one for all our BDH's. Okay, I'm kiddin' myself.


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 1894    RATING: 9    SERIES: FIREFLY

Always hearing, and can always see, and all the verse is a part of me. I cannot stop, cannot wait, it is not I who has chosen my fate, I cannot stop the voices I hear, Always in my mind, I fear. All are there, and I don't know if all are real. I cannot stop the voices I hear, always in my mind, I fear. Can I be fixed? I do not know, set up for men like I was a show. Old men, drowning in a planets blood, But will not act, for no love. Can I be fixed? I do not know, set up for men like some gorram show. We run from demons in the black, and they now wish to take me back, But HE wont let them, no, not that, but all is lost, until I felt that... Miranda, such a beautiful name, Drowned in blood in peace's name. Memory, a memory in my head, It leaves me awake at night in bed. I see it all, all that is, But can I save it? This ship I love, And all aboard, these people I love? But there is a question that even I fear to ask, The one that could set me back. Can I be trusted? Can I be saved? Or am I just a weapon, Alliance made? Forged in the fires of the Academy forge, Forced to their will evermore? I do not know, yet i daren't ask, For fear of all I love and all I know... Old men, covered in blood, It never touched them, but they're drowning in it... Can I be Fixed? Can I be Saved? Or am I just a weapon, Alliance made? I do not know, even after my great secret is lain, out upon the floor. And past all my victories, and enemies slain, I will not know until all is put to paid.

COMMENTS

Sunday, April 30, 2006 5:30 PM

BROWNCOAT2006


Hmmmm... first post and I don't know why... this was an interesting poem, and when I gave it Rivers voice in my head, sane yet barely just, and getting more and more hysterical as I read (yes, I started reading faster) this was a very haunting and well written piece of poetry, I like I like :)

Friday, July 7, 2006 12:12 AM

BELLONA


beautiful, just like the young miss river herself.

b


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