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Wake at The Tavern

Contributed by shinji_kusa on Wednesday, 28th March 2007 @ 05:07:30 PM in AEST
Topic: war

The barmaid awoke,
To a steady cry,
She’d been handled,
By several guys.

No matter though,
T’was a new day!

No more stalling,
For the young girl Keymay.

She whipped on a dress,
And stepped out the door,
Holding her head,
Like never before.

Behind the bar,
And serving drinks,
To the same few men,
Who shade her pink.

As she was pouring,
She noticed a man,
Pass before her,
Parcel in hand.

“What’s that there?”
“Sounds kind of rough.”

“Nothing to worry,”
“Go back to your stuff.”

Keymay sighed,
And served more drinks,
The Traveler left,
Frightened she thinks.

Shortly after,
There came a man.
Red was his color.
Vengeance his hand.

Copyright Â© shinji_kusa ... [ 2007-03-28 17:07:30]
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Re: Wake at The Tavern (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Friday, 30th March 2007 @ 08:18:08 AM AEST
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A good write...you never know in that business who may come into your path and why...as they say..it takes all kinds and that is one environment you meet some dilly bars!

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