Whisper my name I will be there, to help you threw the pain you bare,
Though we may be so far apart, you will always be in my heart.
Do you not know a friends true love, comes from the heavens above?
So I bring to you this bottle of love, dreaming of the things that are to come.
Fairy in a bottle for you and me, grant all your wishes and fill your dreams,
Fairy in a bottle can't you see? Peace and love is what she brings.
Full moon high and midnight bliss, seal our dreams with her sweet kiss,
Release thy fairy from her plight, and fill thy heart with her wondrous sight.
So sweet fairy give to me. all the things I wish to be,
Stars in heaven shining above, guiding us to the ones we love.
If ever by chance fate becomes cruel, remember our friendship, we will get threw.
So I tell a tale of a mans pure heart, hoping against hope we never part.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
11/29/00
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Are you still there in the whisper of the wind, from a far off time where few have been?
Never seen the glory that you behold, songs that were sung or the tales foretold.
Through my heart I shall see, you standing proudly by the sea,
Looking up at what once was there, a mighty castle that now lies bare.
Honor bound and glorified, now have vanished with the tide,
In a time I cannot be, my heart seems to always grieve,
Lords and Ladies filled your halls, always dancing the grandest balls,
Treasured thoughts and memories, flailing in time to sail the seas,
Hiding in the shadows the vision pale, his quest venturing for the holy grail,
Night by night the quest did go on, his faith so true to the reaches beyond,
A king there sat upon your throne, your thoughts and feelings are yours alone,
We shall always remember you, our glorious king so pure and true,
Though you have disappeared in time, you will always be in our hearts and mind.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
03/16/01
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Oh my Lady I beg of thee, whisper thy words of comfort to me.
Tell all the things I need to hear, carry me threw my time of fears.
I fear I will not see the morning light, I beg of thee to stay with comfort this night.
Tis lonely here without thee by my side, tis death that seems to hear my cry.
Thy soul is peace they heart is pure, whisper they words the end is they cure.
Brush they lips across my brow, and take these fears from me for now.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
01/24/01
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