Posted: February 21, 2008 in Uncategorized

In a matter of imperative thought
and as the walls echo the silence in my ears,
the shadows cast upon these empty walls
tell a glimpse of the one lying on the bed slumbering.
The maiden with the free flowing gold and fire
resting in her hair as the candles burn throughout the night
is breathing peacefully in the incense voodoo
and dreams of a tale from long ago in her childhood.
The mushroom village where she once held
the glory of their world in her hands
and the dragons that forged her tools for battle
so she could fight aside her faerie brethren.

(that’s all i got so far…..i’ll finish sometime next week)


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