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Chapter 12.5 To Strike While the Blood is Cold
By Henry Coldnight
Slash!
my quick sword in a flash.
Freeze!
do you feel
the breeze of death?
Slice!
and dice.
I cut you into pieces!
Storms
of piercing ice;
spinning of blades.
Run,
and give me the fun
of hunting you down!
Come
and get some
if you dare.
Strike!
while my blood is cold
and the iron [memory] is hot!
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Her anger, regrets burned into
cold, cold flames,
colder-than-ice fire,
fueled with each blow,
renewed with each hit,
burning and freezing,
falling and rising--
from now on;
zero mercy, endless pain.
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© 2009 Coldnight
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On Monday, February 2, 2009, Henry Coldnight
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Let's try this (I changed it) :)
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On Monday, February 2, 2009, Henry Coldnight
(15) wrote:
Yes, I hear ya. I wasn't too completely satisfied with the sound either. However I did want to emphasize it because I was trying to recreate the intensity and quickness of the fight scene I formed in my head. =>_
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On Monday, February 2, 2009, BrokenAngel
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i didnt think the repetition on the words sounded good. it seemed like you were trying to emphasize it too much. other than that i really liked the last section =]
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