These words, are a gift ... accept them as you would any other.

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"Man dies. His body is dust. The writing will make him remember." - Egyptian Papyrus 3000 b.c.

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Look Past This Mask of Lies

See this silly facade that you hold,
It tells of battles fought and stories told.
Perhaps, perhaps, your battles still need fighting,
Your stories cry for their deserved writing.

Why do you cage yourself so?
To always find yourself this low?
There must be something that you're hiding,
Protecting something, but you're not deciding.

Never, never, was the decision yours,
The open wounds and bleeding sores.
They came from foes a long time back,
Who stole your life, with their hearts so black.

Is revenge what you truly crave?
Or is it a chance to draw this glaive,
From 'neath thy breast, allowing time to heal,
All you really want right now is a chance to feel.

Look past this mask of lies,
Where the soul behind it cries.
Look past this web of deceit,
Such an intricately crafted feat.

Look past this mask of lies,
Before this poor creature gives up and dies.

- Tamara E.M. Jones

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Endless Tears

He walks into his silent room
With the lights off
And the dismil light
Given off by the lonely moon
Breaking through the windows of his bedroom
Reflects all sorts of pictures
Scattered across his floor
Just like memories of when life
Had a reason for living for

A sword sits on his bedroom wall
Gracefully between two doors
But these arn't just regular doors
They are windows that lead
To this reality
That makes him drown
Not in water or
A burning inferno
But by the light of the moon
That makes him shallow
Makes him think
What is this life for?

Opening one of those doors
Where this sword lays nestled
What seems to describe him so well
This sword... hmmm makes him wonder

He opens his mouth just so
For the wind to kiss his untouched lips
But where is the rain
To shelter and hid this pain
It's written not by words
But something worse
It's embedded
The quiet soft endless tears
That run down his face

- Unknown

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Lion1

Sorrow

When the crack disappears
and you vanish.
When my heart sheds tears
my soul anguished.
Words riveted, pinned me,
then you left.
And I had no voice, bereft
mute, dumb, deaf.
For few moments we shared,
and had fun.
One moment of pain, anger,
we were undone.
I search, trying to believe
I will find,
That something magical, that
sorrow left behind.

- lococat March 1996

Lion2

Sorrow's Magic

Wandering the night,
I found a soul touched with pain.
A kindred spark of light and fun,
smothered in shadows and agony.
Hesitantly, I reached out to the naked flame...
I felt the heat - burning and fiery,
and passed through unscathed.
In amazement I sit in a cozy
comfortable parlor of warmth..
Happy...
that I found the magic sorrow left
behind.

- MikhalaMarch 1996

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Say Hi to Dragons

Myth, fairytale? Thats not my belief.
For in a vampire bar of all places,
I crossed one, a nice one to my relief.
Awe showed in all the patron’s faces
For her scales gleamed a crimson gold,
And the depths of her eyes held tales of old.

It is the first I’ve seen the immortals shaken.
For her beauty morphed into mortal guise,
An etheral queen of such delight, all were taken.
Her words were radiant and true, no false lies.
I watched and drank her in, at the bar I was sitting,
Before the devil I swear, by her grace I was smitten.

Yet it was late for small chat, I had hunting to do
So I left the fair dragon who had enchanted for hours
Her kindness and aura lingered, truth I say to you,
But fate was unkind, another hath won the sweet flower.
And while I ponder and let the pain grow in my chest
I would encourage all to say Hi to Dragons, thats no jest,
For they are creatures of wonder, simply the best.

- MdntBlack aka LococatMay 1996

The Dragon Love

The dragon love awakes
His eyes, pitch islands on sapphire oceans
open for the first time
in wide-eyed intrigue,
and kiss the darkness.
Thin plumes of white steam billow
from his nostrils.
Magenta flames trickle
in the tranquil blue.
Consuming eyes and flames
protrude from his mountain lair,
observing his inherited domain.
He watches the innocent, naive,
lonely, and the unguided lost.
Rising tentatively, cautiously
he spies his prey.
Then takes her swiftly,
Ravaging her with all
his dormant passion.
And, strangely, she welcomes him.
She screams in ecstasy
and laughs in hideous fear -
The dragon love is here.

©Molly Tobin 1994-1996

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Celtic Dragon

 Ravens Flight

As the sun lowers it’s gleaming head below the warmed land,
And the darkness creeps from where it stood, quitely I stand,
To watch the colors turn from blue to read as the light is chased away,
And the frolicking shadows that darkness commands come out to play,
A sole raven watches the flames of the sun swallowed by the earth,
And the wind licks the gently trees and howls at night’s birth,
Small, yet quite dignified the dark eyes of the raven gleem,
With the flicker of the moonlight glow, flowing wings seem to sheen,
He peers at me with a wicked grin, knowing my every thought,
And lands gently down on my shoulder, his breath fiercely short and hot,
Wings outstretched he glances towards the sky, now fully black,
His tail balancing so sure and true, claws piercing my back,
Forgetting pain from rouch clawed skin, I admire his radient strength,
Chose wisely for this dark bird, talongs sharp and long in length,
He must have felt my wind chilled shivers as he turned to face my stare,
Darkened eyes seem tp pierce my soul and pour warmth to all that’s there,
And sensing my need to sit by a fire, rises gently and serene,
And maintains poince and glances inches from my face with a yearning strong and keen.

- Linxxen

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A nite owl's cry,
the air hangs light,
over lamp lit skies,
the nites are long,
and youth is high,
times sacred gong lets out a weary sigh.

Pulses thunder,
his final bow,
their minds will plunder
in the depths of his mindless howl.

- C.J. Klump

Anticipation
I search for you everywhere yet you aren't there...
I ask the night to call your name and I am not heard.
I look to the wind and am blinded - you are not in sight.
I ask the trees of you and am gently rebuffed.
I find no comfort in the stars their cold light fills my void.
once long ago I heard you call my name...a candle lit on the road,
maybe the path will lead me home.
I stumble along the trail to the Inn. I await with keen Anticipation...

- Mikhala

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Moonlight Sonata

is the midi playing now

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