Lilac eyes

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Ithildur
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Lilac eyes

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Lilac eyes... the eyes of an enemy
Voice dripping with poisonous taunt
She whispers mocking, seductively
With images of death his mind she haunts

Lilac eyes... the eyes of a slave
A chance to slay, to avenge a death
He stays his hand, by pity she is saved
She strips him near naked, leaving only his breath

Lilac eyes... the eyes of a fugitive
One pursued by demons, her plight he cannot ignore
The others will find it hard to forgive
Is it pity only or is it... something more

Lilac eyes... the eyes of a desperate ally
She looks at him, he sees her desire
'I am elf, she of Drow blood; how could I?
My soul would surely burn with fire'

Lilac eyes... the eyes that shed tears
Tears that overcome him without a fight
His heart is shaken, though he holds another dear
Torn he is now, as he sees her in a new light

Lilac eyes... the eyes that at last see hope
He whispers the words that once were unthinkable
In the place where they first met as foes
For a while theirs is joy impossible

Lilac eyes... the eyes that dance
As she frolicks in the forest with him like an elf
He hopes as well, perhaps there's a chance
If a price is required he will risk himself

Lilac eyes... the eyes of utter despair
With senseless death, from the living he departs
No one knows what they had dared
No one sees what dies in her heart

Lilac eyes... the eyes of a killer renewed
Descending further back to darkness
In hatred and rage she like a puppet is used
As she destroys his memory in her madness

Lilac eyes... the eyes of a monster
Hated and dreaded now, by even former allies
She yields herself to her new master
And with love and memory sunders all ties



Lilac eyes. Wide with shock and disbelief
As she sees what she once let go in sadness
But much has changed, and soon the relief
Gives way to horror, rage and madness

Lilac eyes. Now cold with death
Of the tale of these eyes, we come to the last page
Eyes cold as her heart when she silently left
Yet he laments in the midst of the betrayal and rage
Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
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Post by Misty »

Thanks for the requiem!!
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Post by alynnrobinso »

Very nice Ithil, very nice.
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Post by Mord »

Grand stuff.
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Post by Joos »

Very nithe ithuldur. I wath thruly imprethed with your lyricth.
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Post by Ithildur »

Thankth Jooth. And everyone elth too.

*gap toothed grin*
Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
Current main: Ky - something

It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
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