Alright everyone! I'm back with a new chapter! Hahaha! :D

Hope you will like the second poem but I doubt any of you will like me after the poem finished. Something interesting will be mentioned at the end of the poem by the Rising Gods of the East. 

Scratch that, I'm sure you guys will kill me after this chapter. DX

Anyways, Enjoy! 

-Dana

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"Right, I shall continue with the second verse." Yunho cleared his throat and turned to Baekhyun. With a nod, the second set of pictures were projected on the light screen. 

Let us rewind and relive a part of Death's clock
Before this whole ordeal had started
Of how the village was torn apart
Of how the lovers met and parted

There was once a woman, long ago
With green eyes dark and brown hair frame
She went down the creek late at night
To set herself and all aflame

With cheeks streaked with tears she shed
She took the candle she had brought
She had a dagger, for perfect measure
And set the flames afore caught

She had made a pyre as her fiery grave
And set it ablaze
With the dagger poised to her neck
She plunged it in, never fazed

But she felt no pain nor blood that came
She did not feel it at all
She opened her eyes and squinted a bit
And there a man, standing tall

His eyes were crimson and bright and red
He was furious too
With a swipe, he took the knife
"What in blazes did you do?!"

Scared beyond her wits 
She cowered on the spot
And took a step back
She watched as he extinguished the flames
And came towards her, hands coloured black

He was gentle towards her
Calming her down
She was grateful to him it seems
But something was amiss
At how he moved and talked
And his words trance her into an abyss

The thought struck her like Poseidon's spear
As she realised who he was
With his eyes red and pale as sheet
He couldn't be- of course!

"You're a Creature of the Night."
She whispered soft and low
He chuckled a bit
He faced her gently, eyes all soft
"Don't go into a fit."

Horror struck her fast 
As she saw his small grin
As panic filled her eyes
But something made her stay
In her chest, deep within
Was a feeling, soft and nice

"I don't mean no trouble,
I have none at all.
But you seemed so sorrow,
Could I ask for once and stay a bit
And accompany you till the morrow?"

He asked her politely
His small grin softened 
She sat next to him and glanced
Still with the sense of caution and a hint of precaution
A bit of thyme appeared by chance

Out of instinct, she plucked the weed out of the ground
And placed it on her hand
With a soft prayer and added mutter 
She placed it in his

"Thank you for stopping me
But I did not need your help.
I'm fully capable of ending my life
And with that, I bid you farewell."
And walked off in the dead of the night

"Wait!" The man called out
And grabbed her hand in his
"To whom do I owe this pleasure
And to whom do I call for, Miss?"

A rosy blush befall on her cheeks 
As they stood eyes locked
She bended over to his ear, a soft whisper
"The blood of the Prince of Warlocks."

At this, the man's Cheshire smile fell
As he released his grip on her
With a sad heart and befallen face
He turned to leave his dear

But kept tight within his grasp
Was the bit of thyme she had given
Smiling to himself, his eyes glowed red
"My Love that was hidden..." 

Yunho ended the poem and glanced again at the small army. A few were having confused looks again and again, only Amber and Key seemed to have understood the meaning of the poem. 

"Anyone understood the poem? It doesn't matter if you only understood a few bits." Yunho spoke. 

Gingerly, Krystal raised her hand. Yunho smiled at her. "Yes, Krystal?" He asked

"I'd like to give it a shot." she said, eyes a little determined.

"By all means, go ahead." Yunho smiled. 

"Thank you." Krystal cleared as all eyes looked on to her. Minho who was seated next to her gave her a small encouraging smile. Krystal took a deep breath. 

"Well, I'm guessing that the story revolves around the woman and the man, the 'Creature of the Night'? The woman was about to kill herself late at night and the man caught her and stopped her from committing suicide. They had each other for company that night and the woman left him after she gave him a piece of thyme."

"And what can you infer about the woman and the man?" Yunho prodded her on. 

Krystal frowned and looked to her hands in contemplation. From the first verse, she knew that anyone who fell prey to the 'Creature of the Night' died as their corpse was completely drained of blood. He had red eyes as well. Krystal's eyes widened. 

"He is a vampire!" She cried out. 

Yunho nodded his head. "That is correct. The man in the story is a vampire. Now, the woman?"

"Well, its clear that she is a witch." Krystal answered. 

"And why is that?"

"Because she said she was the blood of the Prince of Warlocks. That meant that she is the daughter to a warlock." Krystal recalled. 

"That is right. The two lovers are a witch and a vampire." Yunho reaffirmed Krystal's claims. 

Sehun raised his hand. "Master?"

"Yes, Sehun?" Yunho asked. 

"Forgive me but why are we learning about this story? Do they even have anything to do with the war?" He asked, face innocent. 

Yunho's face turned serious and he looked into the faces of the army. "My dears." He spoke in a tone that dropped down from his lighthearted voice to a more tensed one. "This story, has everything to do with the War."

The grandfather clock at the back of the training room immediately rang loudly as it struck midnight after Yunho's sentence. Everyone glanced at Yunho as the atmosphere turned tensed. His stoic face mirrored such seriousness and... a bit of sorrow? 

Yunho turned to Baekhyun. "That will be no need for that anymore." He spoke and Baekhyun nodded, halting his ability and releasing Hyuna's hand. The lights clicked open and brightness engulfed the room. The small army blinked their eyes from the sudden lights and turned to Yunho. A few of them frowned out of concern as Yunho seemed to be hesitant in continuing whatever he was going to say. At this, Jaejoong stood up.

"I think it's time for everyone to rest up. It's already midnight and some of our comrades still need time to recover from their injuries." Jaejoong spoke and glanced to Victoria and Luna. "So I suggest we all retire for tonight." 

"Alright!" Junsu suddenly chirped out loudly and jumping up from sitting down on the floor. "All of you guys follow Kibum-mie as he shows you guys to your room!" Junsu ordered cheerfully and pushed Key out of the room. The small army followed him out, leaving only DBSK in the training room.

Jaejoong breathed out and placed his hand on Yunho's shoulder. "Are you alright, brother?"

Yunho shook his head.

"You need not retell the tale if it hurts you so. Leave it to us to tell them." Jaejoong spoke softly. 

"Jaejoong's right, brother." Yoochun spoke and approached him. "You do not need to feel obliged to tell the story."

"It just hurts to see them go through the same thing as them. As we did..." Yunho trailed off and glanced at Changmin and Junsu who were at the opposite side of the room, too caught up in laughing at Junsu's joke. 

"I just..." Yunho started. 

"Don't." Jaejoong interjected, glancing at Changmin and Junsu as well. "They will not remember even if we did tell them. And don't you worry about SHINee and F(x) as well. They will not end up the same way as we did."

"You're lying to yourself and you know it, Jae. Have you not seen how Taemin looks at Sulli? How Jonghyun cares for Luna? How all of them has started to change?" 

"As long as they have not shared the bond, then everything will be fine." 

"No." Yoochun interjected. "Kibum and Taemin has bonded."

Yunho and Jaejoong turned to him, shocked. "What?!"

Yoochun nodded his head. "And it is only a matter of time before the others will too." 

At this, Yunho sighed. "Well, let's just hope they will survive after all of this."

Jaejoong scoffed. "You know that they will die and yet you hope for it to not happen?"

"I know!" Yunho snarled angrily but quickly recovered. "But the question is... Who will die."

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And that's about all the time we have left!

Sorry it's such a short update but I just need to get the whole second verse over and done with.

I'm taking a break from all these poems. 

They frustrate the hell out of me, I swear to Mary.

Aight! Adios Brochachos!

-Dana