Old worn shoe dusted with the age of time,
Buckled and broken from the hardship climbed.
Tattered and torn from abuse of worn neglect,
Dullen by lifes weariness, becoming a wreck.
Soul misused scarfed and scarred beyond repair,
Soon shoved aside for a more beautiful pair.
Old worn shoe dusted with the age of time,
Buckled and broken from the hardship climbed.
Beauty that once was, now covered in a muddy shade,
Harshness of care, thee soon whither and decay.
Laced with unkindess, twisted and knotted,
Thy existence soon becomes abandoned and rotted.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
12/02/02
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Weary moans are silenced by the cold mid winters wind,
Darkness surrounds the weak, the world begins to cave in.
Afflicted by bitter cold, winter finaly takes it toll,
Death awaits to feast upon weaken weary souls.
Thunderous pounding echoing the shivering cold,
Freezing silence of the dead, a horror to behold.
Silent frozen sculptures from a battle long lost,
Empty chalice, stone cold throne, was the final cost.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
11/07/02
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Beware ofthe wonders of the thief's guild,
Cursed are items or a mythical thrill.
Maze of treasures, scrolls of desire,
Sparkling jewel amulet all seem to admire.
Magical items stolen from here and there,
What precious price ye pay it is no simple fare.
Cloak of invisibility, for none to see,
Crowns worn by the greatest of kings.
Rings of protection, Dragons scales,
Elven bows, sword and flails.
Staff of mages, wizard's eyes evil stare,
Beware of the wonders within the thief's lair.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
12/09/02
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