aubraDance in the shadows,Fine tresses of gold, No longer we see you, But memories we hold. The sway of your body, The swirl of your hair, The sound of your laughter, Still hangs in the air. With each graceful movement, You transfix our eyes, We sway alongside you, Stifling cries. The beauty and passion, Of each graceful stance, A warrior echoes, While holding a lance. Firelight adds amber, Daylight adds blue, aubra adds magics - Diaphanous hue. Dance in the shadows, Long tresses of gold, Our minds still see you, And cherish, and hold. |