A king was born by magic they say, His love is remembered to this day.
Wisdom and honor whom he embraced, Pure of heart was his gentle grace.
Though he always brought forth a smile, underneath his pains were a trial.
So dear to me was this great man, Threw my battles he took a stand.
By my side there he stayed, never fearing never to sway.
Believe in me he did I know, and there he stood in the battles fold.
Head held high and the loss of friends, He stood by me to the bitter end.
Many were lost on that dreadful day, but true friends are the ones that stayed.
The truth prevailed in the end, Hope and peace restored threw out the land.
A dragon he has to help him soar. High into the heavens forever more.
A squire stands by his side, to rid him of sorrows cry.
The lady stands always on guard, defending his honor with regards.
His page adventured on his own, leaving the king and his mighty throne.
Beware of the sword of truth and might, for its sting has a mighty bite.
For many years the king did rule, always honest never cruel.
Many years on down the road, this is how his story will be told.
All his children and children to come, tell his story and what he had become.
With a mug of ale we give him a toast, for he was the king that we all loved the most.
~^*Lady Synra*^~
03/05/01
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Lords and Ladies, Kings and Queens, follow me into my secret dreams.
Unicorns, Pegasus, Fairies and Elves, show thy true meaning of ones self.
Stars that shine high into the night, guides another on their plight.
A new journey begins as one ends, to far off places and around the bend.
High into the air we can fly, with the music to drown out sorrows cry.
I dance into my dreams, with the magical creatures that are unseen,
I hear the music of the magical world, I hear the the happiness of one sweet girl.
There she dances with such grace, always asmile upon her face.
When I join this mystical dream, You will see my by the watery stream.
I hang onto my dreams and cherish them, hoping that they will come again.
To other worlds I love to go, traveling onto a place with snow.
Over mountains and hills, to the beaches and seas, there is a place just for me.
So come forth all you creatures of the night, and fill my dreams before the mornings light.
Let the Fairies play, and the Ladies join in, before the Lords journeys end.
Sleep well my friends and you will see, all the dreams that visit me.
Let the magic bring forth its mystical glow, that all the creatures can bestow.
Dance with me on this special night, and let the morning bring forth its light.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
03/05/01
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Tis this soul you set aflame, from a wishful dream,
Weaving tales of love, spinning mystical schemes.
Dancing within the shadows, singing tales of old,
With the mystic saga and the beauty which it holds.
Spirits entwining between heaven and earth,
tailmans from the amber tree, begins a mythical birth.
Brings forth the mystics from the mysterious realm above,
Basking in the warmth of your magical mystical love.
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Lady Syndra*^~
01/27/02
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