Ashtor was so nice to me, To show me how to play, He cared and helped me to see, The way to happier days.
For many days you were there, And many nights we were together, Many ways you showed you cared, Many times in all sorts of weather.
There were some bad times, This we must admit, But these are just the times, We really should forget.
For through it all, Ashtor tried to be my friend, He really cared if I should fall, And would be there to help me win.
Ashtor was never so bad, Even the days I cried, And now it is so sad, That Ashtor seems to have died.
For Ashtor was so nice to me, He taught me how to play, He cared and helped me to see, The way to happier days.
By Mystalia
For some it was just a game, For me a chance to talk, To reach my brother through the rain, To help me stand and help me walk.
Then one day you were there, You asked me to be a mage, You were so kind to want to share, To give me a new life, a brand new page.
You helped me to learn the rules, And asked me to be your wife, Although there were times not so cool, You gave me a brand new life.
We worked together for a while, But then you left me, Without even a hug or a smile, And it hurt so much what I thought I could see.
That I hurt you so deep, Although I didn’t mean to, That your love I couldn’t keep, And even on a game I was so blue.
The tears we shared, The talks we had, You said you cared, And we were both sad.
We worked things out, And made life better, On a game through the clouds, And in all sorts of weather.
Then you stopped playing, Or at least stopped playing for me, You had a new job and you were weighing, The pro's and con's of who to be.
As Hunter came into being, Ashtor slowly died, Our life lost its meaning, And through the night I cried.
Hunter has done some things, That I don’t really like, He hardly ever seems to bring, The love we shared that night.
Hunter seems too busy, To even show he cares, Or maybe I'm just dizzy, To see the love we used to share.
To some people it's just a game, To others a way to cope, For me your love eases the pain, For you I still have hope.
By Mystalia
© 1997 mystalia@sbcglobal.net
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