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TodayCome today, the morn doth call To the children young To the elders old. Wake today, by the light of the star fall. A new day doth begin strong New adventures, stories told. Dream today, not of yesterday but of the morrow By the beard of Merlin! And Rhia's magic stone. Wish today, for the good of all, and not of sorrow.Today
Silence, Wishes, and DreamsThe entire world has caught a silent vibe; Today, I've stilled my breath, And caught my sighs.Silence, Wishes, and Dreams
I just want to leap into the sky; Just as the tiniest star Wishes to be the closest companion to the moon.
My skin will drink the sun, I want to fly. So I dream of flying With butterfly wings of my own.
But the sun has set so long ago.
Victoria B. Sept. 8th, 2009
Bron ar an GhaothI saw depths of despair, But not within me; Sensitive, I felt the sorrowful vibration From afar.Bron ar an Ghaoth
Don't shoulder the imagined blame- You never meant harm, nor foul, Nor did you ever want the petals, Sweet rose, to be blown away By the greedy, wistful wind.
Mourning is a part of life Just as life a part of death, and- Death a part of life, To move on to the next.
Celebrate, remember all that you cherish; For that rose, fragrant, beautiful, strong, Is not forever taken by the wind: She'll forever bloom in your heart and memories.
Wolf's MoonI don't want to be another star In your night sky; I vie for the moon's position Amid the countless stars. My moon- I am the wolf who howls at you, Crying for your favor. I don't believe you hold The wine of the Devil's Tree; Blind prophets cannot see The mystery that stymies me. Where is the moon in my dreams? I see remnants, reminders, waypoints; Elusive moonlight, dappling the trees Frosting the ground- But in the sky, no moon is found. This moon is a special moon to See.Wolf's Moon
Victoria B. Nov. 27th, 2009
The Fourth DimensionSlipping, escaping through the leaves, Across the groves of trees; Serenely taking the time, plodding, To the stream's cool reach.The Fourth Dimension
Across the road, heat waves; Through the town, taking its toll- I see the end of an era, And the time-slip of space Catching all between eras.
Where did the breeze float to? I can no longer hear the voice Of a friend, absorbed by time.
If I could return, I would begin By starting at the house; Then, Slipping, escaping through the leaves...
Victoria B. Dec. 4th, 2009
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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons... for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
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To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven
-Ecclesiastes 3:1
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Love, to those who have it, is a gift beyond compare; love, to those who have lost it, is an unbearable curse.
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Love, to those who have it, is a gift beyond compare; love, to those who have lost it, is an unbearable curse.
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Anywho, this counts as a comment for it
I really enjoyed it, and I think that it was great!
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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons... for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
You're welcome ^^
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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons... for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
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Love, to those who have it, is a gift beyond compare; love, to those who have lost it, is an unbearable curse.
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