Saharia
Dec 4th, 2002, 01:46:20 AM
For a short time
She was standing there
And you saw her
She saw you
And you recall the colour of her hair
For a long time
You never thought of her
Then you had
She was gone for good
You might have cried there if you could
But I'd look foolish if you did
Somewhere tears are falling in your mind
For a short time
So tell me how long is a short time
is it longer than 2 hours
or a bit less than a weekend
or is it shorter than a year
is it time it takes to not complete a business with a person
to a friend held in transit
to a daughter held so dear
For a short time
She was standing there
And you saw her
She saw you
And you recall the colour of her hair
For a long time
You never thought of her
Then you had
She was gone for good
You might have cried there if you could
But I'd look foolish if you did
Somewhere tears are falling in your mind
For a short time
Faces come and faces go
In this ragged world you lead
But you just file them all away
And you recall them when you need
Many faces dissapear
And you report it as a crime
Against yourself, against the world
For a short time
::Saharia exited the bar, she felt in her bones it was soon time. But until then she would lead her life as each day came. She had been given a task and it would be achieved. One life for another. One sacrifice to raise another. Remember everything when only memory remains. Would she be remembered or forgotten like so many before her?
No time for that, she kenw it was coming in whatever form it gave but for now she would serve the truth.
Turning a sharp left into the dingy backstreet she went to a brick wall, behind it was a group of thieves that lied and worked with the people of the crime world to rip others off. It wasnt that she loved the law or anything but she had to serve truth in some way and there had been none else to do so she had recently gotten rid of three crime factions, and this would be the fourth faction and not a large number compared to the ones in Correllia.
Often small groups that expertized in indecent deals worked right under everyones nose, under another persona. It did not always apply but she would rat out the more bold ones first.
The small bomb lay in her right pocket of her dark red jacket and she smiled softly as she set the timer. Normally she would blow up the whole ficinity but today she felt like being more creative.
Putting the bomb to the wall she stepped back to avoid its blast and watched as the bricks fell away revealing freaked out theives and swindlers.
Smiling she took out her mothers blade. The blade was made of red gold and decorated with the image of two dragons wrapping themselves around the hilt. On the blade she had engraved those words
"Remember everything when there is only memory left"
It had been part of the message from her mother and applied to the dragonblade, which had belonged to her mother, her great grandmother, great grandmother and beyond. In it held many memories long forgotten, only the sword would ever remember.
Things were forgotten too easily and this sword held many secrets of the family.
She watched as they took their weapons out and she smiled wider, they would not guess she was a sith just yet, only an attack and this suited her purpose for the moment. She felt like playing.::
She was standing there
And you saw her
She saw you
And you recall the colour of her hair
For a long time
You never thought of her
Then you had
She was gone for good
You might have cried there if you could
But I'd look foolish if you did
Somewhere tears are falling in your mind
For a short time
So tell me how long is a short time
is it longer than 2 hours
or a bit less than a weekend
or is it shorter than a year
is it time it takes to not complete a business with a person
to a friend held in transit
to a daughter held so dear
For a short time
She was standing there
And you saw her
She saw you
And you recall the colour of her hair
For a long time
You never thought of her
Then you had
She was gone for good
You might have cried there if you could
But I'd look foolish if you did
Somewhere tears are falling in your mind
For a short time
Faces come and faces go
In this ragged world you lead
But you just file them all away
And you recall them when you need
Many faces dissapear
And you report it as a crime
Against yourself, against the world
For a short time
::Saharia exited the bar, she felt in her bones it was soon time. But until then she would lead her life as each day came. She had been given a task and it would be achieved. One life for another. One sacrifice to raise another. Remember everything when only memory remains. Would she be remembered or forgotten like so many before her?
No time for that, she kenw it was coming in whatever form it gave but for now she would serve the truth.
Turning a sharp left into the dingy backstreet she went to a brick wall, behind it was a group of thieves that lied and worked with the people of the crime world to rip others off. It wasnt that she loved the law or anything but she had to serve truth in some way and there had been none else to do so she had recently gotten rid of three crime factions, and this would be the fourth faction and not a large number compared to the ones in Correllia.
Often small groups that expertized in indecent deals worked right under everyones nose, under another persona. It did not always apply but she would rat out the more bold ones first.
The small bomb lay in her right pocket of her dark red jacket and she smiled softly as she set the timer. Normally she would blow up the whole ficinity but today she felt like being more creative.
Putting the bomb to the wall she stepped back to avoid its blast and watched as the bricks fell away revealing freaked out theives and swindlers.
Smiling she took out her mothers blade. The blade was made of red gold and decorated with the image of two dragons wrapping themselves around the hilt. On the blade she had engraved those words
"Remember everything when there is only memory left"
It had been part of the message from her mother and applied to the dragonblade, which had belonged to her mother, her great grandmother, great grandmother and beyond. In it held many memories long forgotten, only the sword would ever remember.
Things were forgotten too easily and this sword held many secrets of the family.
She watched as they took their weapons out and she smiled wider, they would not guess she was a sith just yet, only an attack and this suited her purpose for the moment. She felt like playing.::