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Thursday, May 19, 2005

Bague Resort under a magnifying glass . . . but why not call your Tyrant?

When the small firefly
Flew past the purly gates

Did the small minded foes
Of the tyrant
Think to call?

Nay, for their loyalty
Lies elsewhere

Not with a tyrant

Despite their training
They failed

Despite their oath
They fell down

The fissures continue

Why the indecision?

Why the failure to protect?

Murmurings. Rumblings.
Once more, they fail

Despite their training,
Despite their allegiance

Still slow

Not a peep
Not a whisper

Just blame

The flock grows silent
Their ears ringing
They shoot the messenger.

Yet, unable to snuff out
Her glowing ember


Beware the leader