Posted by Scott in Vermont on August 12, 2004, at 12:28:13
Hello once again, my cold metal friend
It’s been a while since you and I have talked
Tonight my will is weak and my cups are deep
And all of my daemons have come out to playLet’s take a walk in the woods, out past the brook
I don’t want to disturb anyone in the house
It’s late at night and loud noises carry far
On still and windless nights like theseWhirling, screaming, dancing, you bastards!
Taunt me with your bitter memories
Yes, I failed my placement test for Linguistics
That was over 15 years ago, it doesn’t matter anymoreMake them go away, my cold metal friend!
Make the daemons dance somewhere else
I do not want them with us as we wend along
In this dark forest, so beautiful it is tonightThey claw and they tear at my mind from inside
Digging up deep memories long buried away
“STOP THEM!” I command as you strike against my skull
I see bright motes of light as I lower you againBy the dim light of the crescent moon
We walk a familiar path to a familiar place
It’s not a place I had intended to go to
But sometimes my wyrd acts in strange waysOur favorite spot where we come to play
Many hours we have spent here, many good times
It is fitting that it is here our friendship will end
On this beautiful night under the stars and moonI open another beer, my second best friend
But it is a friend who betrays me always
Who leaves me too soon, who lies to me
But not you, you have always been there for me.I walk around our favorite place and reminisce
So many bricks, so many cans, so many memories
I kick the dirt and hear the rattle of a thousand empty casings
So many good times here, all spent with youThe daemons start to stir again, reminding me why I’m here
I hate them so much, and tonight they win
But also, tonight they lose
For tonight, they will die along with meLike countless times I’ve done before
I pull back your slide and then release
So strong you feel in the palm of my hand!
Our many years together end tonight, my friendI am sad now. I know what they will do to you.
I have seen it done before. The men will come.
They will wear gloves. They will put you in a bag.
They will write on the bag and seal it up.That bag will be sent away to a storage facility.
You will sit there for a long time, and you’ll be alone.
No one will love you anymore.
No one will care.And then some day, more men will come.
They will have paperwork.
They will take you from the facility.
They will take you to a very bad place.I won’t let them do that to you.
The daemons swirls in confusion, unsure of what has happened
I stand with you in my hand, tall and proud. We are one.
I raise you into a modified Weaver stance, like we always train.
Inhale, exhale, squeeze, and roar. A brick explodes. A daemon dies.The daemons scream inside my head, running, fleeing, trying to hide.
We spin and choose another target, and this time it is the gong that rings.
Daemons flee as we act as a machine, years of training and practice combine
A magazine drops, another one seats, I squeeze, you roar, another brick explodesMy ears ring with pain, my forearms burn, your barrel is hot to the touch
My pulse is racing, your ammo is spent, and your magazines litter the ground
But something important has happened here tonight my friend, something good
The daemons have lost another battle with usThey have learned that they cannot use you as a tool against me
They have learned that you, a piece of milled and stamped steel
Can carry memories of better times, of better days
That you can protect me from their darkness, from their lies and deceitThey have learned that love comes in many forms, and can be shown in many ways
Thank you, my cold metal friend
poster:Scott in Vermont
thread:376865
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