Buddha (laughingbuddha) wrote, @ 2004-02-03 15:14:00

Current mood:

cold

His face bore the the signs of the many battle's fought. Each scar -- a grim reminder of his fatality.

Even as his end was drawing near, his thoughts went back to those days when blood coloured the rivers and hate flowed throught his veins. Age had eroded his senses and increasingly, he lived in the past. He could close his eyes and see those terrifying battle scenes pulsing and throbbing in his skull. The memory of the present, in comparison, was too vague to support him.

His friends had been lost to time and were now confined to a different era. He certainly hoped history would repeat itself.

http://observer.guardian.co.uk/sport/story/0,6903,1136532,00.html

http://observer.guardian.co.uk/sport/story/0,6903,1136337,00.html

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