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Post by anirbas on Jun 27, 2007 1:14:22 GMT -6
In the magical land
of luminscent, fey fairies;
world, weary knights errant;
and equally tired, dragons;
she dreamed away her welcome.
She made to much noise;
disturbed the residents;
walking and talking in her sleep.
Now, she's a spellbound castaway.
Singularily, wandering reality, alone.
A charmed being, without an enchanted place,
to call home, or belong.
Trying not to dream out loud,
with her eyes wide open,
drifting in a daydream.
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 27, 2007 12:05:04 GMT -6
A spellbound castaway
walking in a forest
while its mystical
creatures hide themselves
from a once called
friend...
*This one touches me deep sister...wonderful...visions*
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Post by anirbas on Jun 28, 2007 21:39:33 GMT -6
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 30, 2007 13:42:11 GMT -6
I was called to this one purely on energy coming off it...
And sorry to say lovely friend if I can't join the order than neither can you...LOL....LOL....
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Post by anirbas on Jul 1, 2007 2:12:46 GMT -6
It's to late, mon ami...I'm already an emotional and mental acolyte of the order...ggglggglgggl...Do not you hear the black rustle of my habit
as these halls I wander? t-hehehehehehehehehehehehehe...
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Post by wistfuldragon on Jul 4, 2007 12:44:43 GMT -6
Oh was that what I was hearing?...emmm...thought it was the rustling of your cloak of blood red and black satin...with soft metalic sounds of armor...hehehehehehehe...
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Post by anirbas on Jul 17, 2007 18:10:12 GMT -6
I wear a habit
that hides a shield
of obstinacy...
My cross
I wear not
about my throat...
Though I do not gloat...
My steel I carry in my spine...
Many men hate the backbone
that cannot be broken...
One man loves
this stubborn woman...
And for him and him alone...
She shall drop this habit of black
she has happily donned...
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