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Poetry News Post #1965

something from a mind almost driven mad

Written by: Nefaria Skye Demaxx-De'Le'Vec
Date: Wednesday, July 21st, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Cold snowflake,
White crystal that falls,
Ever so slowly from the sky
What secrets do you hold?

Tattered little bear
Hidden in the cold
Abandoned in the snow
What stories do you tell?

Lonely man in black
Gazing to the stars
Eye locked upon the distant night
What is it that you want?

Ghostly children of the grave
Lingering on this plane
Silent stares always pleading
what do you want me to know?

Madness stricken girl
Dashing through sleet and frost
You numb your mind with blossoms
What grief do you hide behind laughter?

Little mountain town
In your heart lies Inspiration
In your people lies mystery
What must I do to unlock it?

Those of you doing Caer Witrin... for the fourth, or fifth month
running. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about... *weeps*

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Glacian, in the year 368 AF.


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Poetry News Post #1965

something from a mind almost driven mad

Written by: Nefaria Skye Demaxx-De'Le'Vec
Date: Wednesday, July 21st, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Cold snowflake,
White crystal that falls,
Ever so slowly from the sky
What secrets do you hold?

Tattered little bear
Hidden in the cold
Abandoned in the snow
What stories do you tell?

Lonely man in black
Gazing to the stars
Eye locked upon the distant night
What is it that you want?

Ghostly children of the grave
Lingering on this plane
Silent stares always pleading
what do you want me to know?

Madness stricken girl
Dashing through sleet and frost
You numb your mind with blossoms
What grief do you hide behind laughter?

Little mountain town
In your heart lies Inspiration
In your people lies mystery
What must I do to unlock it?

Those of you doing Caer Witrin... for the fourth, or fifth month
running. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about... *weeps*

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Glacian, in the year 368 AF.


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