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dormant_dragonIt was a long, slow, languishing sort of death - drawn out, rather than hastened, by the many wounds inflicted on its body.
Some from sharp daggers, some from dull bludgeons; but it was the last that did the business.
A knife to the heart in the beginning would have made it quick - that would have been merciful. But even with each wound, the end somehow seemed no closer.
And it did not give up without a fight. At times it revived, even rallied.
Then when it came, the killing blow was far too late to be a kindness.
Nothing left to do, but watch the blood flow.
Wait until it bleeds dry.
And there is nothing and no-one left to feel the pain...
Some from sharp daggers, some from dull bludgeons; but it was the last that did the business.
A knife to the heart in the beginning would have made it quick - that would have been merciful. But even with each wound, the end somehow seemed no closer.
And it did not give up without a fight. At times it revived, even rallied.
Then when it came, the killing blow was far too late to be a kindness.
Nothing left to do, but watch the blood flow.
Wait until it bleeds dry.
And there is nothing and no-one left to feel the pain...
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Date: 2005-10-13 06:25 am (UTC)Or a brilliant piece of fiction?
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