Here the book lies on the floor,
Beside the ring you once wore.
I started to read, tears filled my eyes,
How no one heard your somber cries.
You gave so much and recieved so little,
Soon your heart became so brittle,
I turned the page one at a time,
Tears flowed fron the hardship you climbed.
The ink is smeared from the life you have drawn,
Sorrowfully I weep for a soul that was wronged.
I closed the book all tattered and torn,
I wear the ring that love had scorned.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
05/05/02
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Sampling the magic of natures' aurora within an enchanted night,
Upon the crumbled golden leaves of nature,
Near the waters edge with waves lapping close by,
Basking under the emitting stars within the fullness of the moon,
Absorbing the silence of the secrets of the night,
The winds gentle breeze soothes my inner soul,
Hypnotized by the reflections of the still calming waters,
Here I lie quietly charmed by this enchanted night.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
05/06/02
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Looking through the window, of a wondrous time,
Pictured elephants hang, upon the wardrobe of my mind.
Imagination is my car, traveling through a maze,
Sometimes lost in confusion, or lingering in a daze.
The mistress of all tales, dress in silver and gold,
Faires flutter softly, singing in low tones.
Dancing through the portal of my mind,
Dreaming of things is my passionate crime
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
111/8/02
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The beauty of the eye, of a feathers fall,
Rainbow scale of color, all look on in awe.
Crowned jewels of precious stone, never could compete,
To the peacocks eyes, eyes that could not see.
Looking upon the peafowl, adorned in many colors,
Makes the kaleidoscope colors seem quite duller.
Such beauty its beholds, would bring you to your knees,
From the peacocks eyes, thats as blind as blind can be.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
11/15/02
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