Shimmering ripples of golden ringlets form upon the watery surface,
As reflections of lovers passion rises to meet the moons silver beam.
Secrets drown within the coolness of the watery depths of the pond,
When two souls merge within the hidden shadows of the nights curving path.
The wind whispers softly of tales formed under ancient kingdoms past.
While silver threads of sacred words are spoken under the fullness' of the moon,
Casting a spell upon all that wonder upon the mysterious path of the fates.
Two souls are joined for eternity as the fates weave the final thread in the tapesrty,
Lost is the soul without the other till joined once again through times portal.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
04/06/02
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The spells that are within you, electrify my soul,
There I will find you, in the deepest caves of old.
Beneath the dark, and dismal fissures,
Each crevasse, holding a treasure.
The life style of that in which he leads,
Hermitic to some, but in his eyes complete.
The sorrow once over baring, now recedes,
The flesh that was once wounded does not bleed.
The shadows dance a carousel upon the caverns walls,
The fire sings a chorus, the notes that rise and fall.
The sickle jagged edged rock, hanging overhead,
Like ice that once was formed, upon the ocean bed.
Oh how bars they do remind me, caged yet free,
The dashing dancing light, is all I wish to see.
With a wave of a hand, a point and a chant,
All these wondrous tidings, to you I do grant.
He once caused a blizzard that lasted for a year,
He once made the loudest king, to where he could not hear.
Once there was a blooming bud, that once became a rose,
With just a twinkle in his eye, and a wrinkle of his nose.
Once from all around him, incense did surround,
Nothing broke the silence, not an utter, word, or sound.
Talons of the eagles's claw, those much like a dragons,
Gripped unto a hanging swing, bound the back of wagons.
Everyone who sees him, will never know his name,
Because he will be gone, just as soon as he came.
The cheers, the taunts, and the loudest of hollers,
They gave him peace, as he showed them all colors.
No money he accepted, neither did he score,
He did this for the love of it, that and nothing more.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
05/18/01
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