In all their splendor the knights of old were jousting,
In front of the King and Queen, the colorful banners were bousing.
Lords and Ladies look on with awe,
While the next knight proceeded when called.
Magic flew in the air, as one knight rose and another fell.
To the victor came the spoils, with the ringing of the bells.
Chambers dungeons chained to the cold stone wall,
Feel the torture torment of the cold whipping fall.
Featured this by the demons hand, and slowly there after,
Clutching the feet of tigers, and slaying the raging raptor.
Fall shell hard, hard it fell continues,
Swooping southward causing change in issues.
Whirlwinds blinding shading the sight we once sought to see,
Hardening blows of granite crete the feeble tension free.
Scouting fourth not the tangable realms of institute,
The jester cartwheels while juggling to the sound of a lute.
Hindrance and silence and shrills of the game,
Stealing the hearts of the hearts aflamed.
Pondering weakness sounding desire,
Fanning the flame lighting that fire.
Cross corset dreams, and wenches galore,
Sweet goddess of passion keeps me begging for more.
And through all the love, the lust, and the pain,
I gather my sources for something not vain.
Carry the torch, and run as you will,
Hunt for the catch, and catch for the kill.
Trebling tributes to frighten young souls,
Lay weak in their beds as a virus takes its toll.
Plague of insanity, this plague of greed,
The King and his money, yet peasants no feed.
The starving shall fall, shall as they do,
They fell for their King and the riches he knew.
Tickling in torment the raging clock ticks,
Flat lining pickets the truth of their tricks.
Shallow and boring the joust tends to be,
For people are dying most people not free.
All through the past and the Kings before Kings,
The King's poor poor people, know not what life brings.
Believe what you will, because I can't dissuade,
This sad tale alone is all that I gave.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
05/05/01
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I seen the Gypsy's seductive dance,
My eyes locked in somewhat a trance.
Music wailing through the night,
Dancers' dancing the mood was right.
Twinkling twilight moon's warming glow,
Stars were dancing as the brightness grows.
Her moves so graceful so plain to see,
Perhaps the dance was meant for me.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
06/26/01
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