Disclaimer: The characters of Xena and Gabrielle belong to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures. No copyright infringement was intended. Subtext: Yes, a little, but hardly extreme. Yet under 18’s or if legal/personal reasons prevent you from reading this, I suggest you find another story. Author’s Notes: Okay…nobody kill me! This is based on Don McLean’s American Pie. I wrote it after speaking to another fan fic author who shall remain anonymous, I also absolve her of any mental anguish the writing of this piece may have caused me. Yet, it had to be written. Most people find American Pie to be the type of song that one in your head, never leaves. In addition, most of the people I know, know the majority of the words. What that says about me, I’m not entirely sure…If any psychologists read this, HELP!!! Feedback: I’m
archaeobard@hotmail.com or at the local insane asylum!Miss Amphipolis High by archaeobard archaeobard@hotmail.com A long, long time ago, I can still remember how my stories used to make her smile, And I knew if I had my chance, That I could catch her with a glance And maybe she’d be happy for a while. ~~ But Solstice always made me shiver With every parchment I would give her. Sad eyes filled with her death, I couldn’t take one more breath. ~~ I can’t remember if I cried When I heard about her withered pride, But something touched me deep inside The day she chose to hide. ~~ So, bye-bye Miss Amphipolis high, Wrote my story not for glory But the glory’s a lie And them bad old boys were really bitter and wry Shouting, “We believe in eye for an eye.” ~~ Did you write the Scroll on Life And do you have faith in war and strife? If Olympus tells you so. So do you believe you’ve lost your goal? Can I not save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to fight these blows? ~~ Well I know that you’re in love with me ‘Cause I saw you trying to break free, You cursed and let it go, Gods I really need to know. ~~ I was a lonely teenage village churl With a flouncy skirt that would not unfurl, But I knew I had found my girl The day she chose to hide. So, bye-bye Miss Amphipolis high, Wrote my story not for glory But the glory’s a lie And them bad old boys were really bitter and wry Shouting, “We believe in eye for an eye.” ~~ Now for five years we’ve been on our own, Yet all the while you’ve been alone, But that’s not how it needs to be, And when Joxer killed with little stealth With a knife which followed without wealth, And a voice that came from you and me. ~~ Oh and while the Gods were looking down, So Joxer won his wicked crown, His innocence was lost, He did not bargain cost. And while Ares read a scroll on hearts, The Morrae practiced for a lark, And I wrote stories in the dark, The day she chose to hide. ~~ And I was writing, bye-bye Miss Amphipolis high, Wrote my story not for glory But the glory’s a lie And them bad old boys were really bitter and wry Shouting, “We believe in eye for an eye.” ~~ So, bye-bye Miss Amphipolis high, Wrote my story not for glory But the glory’s a lie And them bad old boys were really bitter and wry Shouting, “We believe in eye for an eye, We believe in eye for an eye.” Well, that’s it, anyone play guitar?