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-To You-

Blood is thicker than water, I've been told.
But this really isn't so, the truth finally unfolds.
Sibling trust is readily bartered and sold.
For no one can be trusted, and innocence is easily stole.

You controlled my unfledged, unrestricted admiration.
You could be truly trusted, you are my blood relation.
Your influence was overwhelming; I follow without hesitation.
But I was used only for exploitation.
To the point I was your total fascination.
Who knew you are an aberration?

For me, this is what fate has slated.
That was the day, my distrust was created.
Your punishment hopefully to, is fated.

The Squire

There once was a Squire from the Shire of Greenbrier,
The squire just returned from a mission for his sire.
He was tired, the squire, and was about to retire,
When someone approached his campfire,
Her hair was all haywire and she looked to be dressed in burial attire,
Her eyes, seemed to be afire, like blood red sapphires,
She spoke to him of desire, and how immortality
could be acquired,
She was getting very close, The situation was beginning to be quite dire,
The squire began to perspire finding himself in such a quagmire,
He then began to conspire, he knew what was required,
He picked up his bow and fitted the arrow,
His target acquired, he fired,
The next thing that transpired was the vampire expired.

In Time?

And the Goddess frowned,
for pollution and greed abound,
to contaminate our holy ground,
tained water all around,
all this foul-grime confounds,
the waste and squander astound,
excess and indulgence surround,
Nature waits to be newfound,
hopefully before mankind is drowned.

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