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Just a poem.
Written by: Druid Manshoon Lighthawk
Date: Tuesday, December 16th, 2003
Addressed to: Cuddly Druidic Lupine, Eldesa Lighthawk-Shiva
Just a poem I wrote... It really doesn't have any significance to you...
But just know I thought about you *while* i was writing it. 😛 This is
not titled Heather as in the name but Heather as in the color. Enjoy.
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Heather
Silence riddles my ever heather morn.
Transgressions lying stale here at your feet, awaiting an accord.
Purse and refute, I know of all that I have done, valiant goddess.
Chastistise my affection, dear sweet enchantress. I welcome thee.
The lillies of eternity smell far weaker than the choking violets
Letting love drown into the river that's drench-ridden my spirit.
Weighed down by the difficulty of my world, myself but a nothing.
Heaving needless flood upon my innocence, my amber sullen night.
I still find the strength to confess to you in honestly, my truth
You are my power, and without, I am but a broken, shell of a man
Denied of my bread and water would I perservere, forever hoping,
longing to reach my ever heather morn.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Mayan, in the year 351 AF.
Just a poem.
Written by: Druid Manshoon Lighthawk
Date: Tuesday, December 16th, 2003
Addressed to: Cuddly Druidic Lupine, Eldesa Lighthawk-Shiva
Just a poem I wrote... It really doesn't have any significance to you...
But just know I thought about you *while* i was writing it. 😛 This is
not titled Heather as in the name but Heather as in the color. Enjoy.
--------------
Heather
Silence riddles my ever heather morn.
Transgressions lying stale here at your feet, awaiting an accord.
Purse and refute, I know of all that I have done, valiant goddess.
Chastistise my affection, dear sweet enchantress. I welcome thee.
The lillies of eternity smell far weaker than the choking violets
Letting love drown into the river that's drench-ridden my spirit.
Weighed down by the difficulty of my world, myself but a nothing.
Heaving needless flood upon my innocence, my amber sullen night.
I still find the strength to confess to you in honestly, my truth
You are my power, and without, I am but a broken, shell of a man
Denied of my bread and water would I perservere, forever hoping,
longing to reach my ever heather morn.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Mayan, in the year 351 AF.