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Forbidden Lands

She walked through the forbidden lands

Amidst the dark she walked

Creatures of the night howled and hooted

Jinxed winds blew dead leaves all over

Ghouls and ghosts chased her from all directions

The Grim Reaper smiled,watching his prey go forth

And the black clouds showered rains of death

Yet she walked through the forbidden lands

Amidst the dark she walked.

He was waiting for her

Waiting to devour her soul

Crept on his evil face an evil smile

As he watched her make her steps closer and closer towards him

His claws were sharpened and his weapons were gleaming red

He starved for her soul

Her soul belonged to him now

Oh! He was fearful and so sinister

But yet she walked through the forbidden lands

Amidst the dark she walked

'Glory is mine!' he thundered upon her

But she was not the one to give in

'Then fight for this glory of yours!'

She roared back with equal ferocity

Their battle began

Swords swung through the air

With equal rage and fury

No crystal ball could say who would win

No tarot could predict the future

The battle was frightening and fierce

Would evil flourish forever or goodness would win over?

It was the question yet to be answered

Suddenly she was encircled by a smoke of self doubt

Will I be a failure?

The hopes, the desires, the trust, the dreams- will I shatter them all?

Would I be remembered for my glory or my cowardice?

Questions innumerable arose in her mind

'NO!' she heard to the call of her conscience

'You are boundless, you are a warrior

Evil is proscribed to flourish

In the land of your mighty birth

You are to put an end to his reign

You are to bring to this land hope and light!'

Her soul awakened

Her strength was ignited

Three swings she made

And three was all it took to cease his existence

He lay helpless and weak

And then, red ashes were what was left of him on the grounds

As she triumphed over his rotting ashes

Like a beast over its hard earned prey

Glory was hers once again

A dreadful night turned into a day full of hope

A gentle breeze blew about

Ghouls and ghosts fleed in all directions

The Grim Reaper wore a cloak of heavy depression

The black clouds vanished altogether

And out came the sun with all its warmth and brightness

The forbidden lands were blessed

And she was the one to bless

Her legends will be told to generations for eternity

For she was the one who had walked through the forbidden lands

For she was the one who had walked amidst the dark



~ Fia, the imaginary warrior

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