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Poetry News Post #3116

Divine Terzanelle 14: inspired by Lord Phaestus

Written by: Musicante Kiusha Escath, Wordweaver
Date: Friday, December 8th, 2006
Addressed to: Everyone


Home
----

If all goes well I should be home tonight,
be back amongst the ones I left behind,
back where the fire in the forge burns bright.

I left so long ago, feeling confined.
Now I can't wait to be back home once more,
be back amongst the ones I left behind,

where smiths and craftsmen have so much in store.
I have explored for miles and miles and miles.
Now I can't wait to be back home once more.

Home where the smithy's filled with laughs and smiles
and love is unconditional and true.
I have explored for miles and miles and miles

and going home has long been overdue.
Home where our Father greets us at the door
and love is unconditional and true.

I was a fool for ever wanting more.
If all goes well I should be home tonight.
Home where our Father greets us at the door
and where the fire in the forge burns bright.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 438 AF.


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Poetry News Post #3116

Divine Terzanelle 14: inspired by Lord Phaestus

Written by: Musicante Kiusha Escath, Wordweaver
Date: Friday, December 8th, 2006
Addressed to: Everyone


Home
----

If all goes well I should be home tonight,
be back amongst the ones I left behind,
back where the fire in the forge burns bright.

I left so long ago, feeling confined.
Now I can't wait to be back home once more,
be back amongst the ones I left behind,

where smiths and craftsmen have so much in store.
I have explored for miles and miles and miles.
Now I can't wait to be back home once more.

Home where the smithy's filled with laughs and smiles
and love is unconditional and true.
I have explored for miles and miles and miles

and going home has long been overdue.
Home where our Father greets us at the door
and love is unconditional and true.

I was a fool for ever wanting more.
If all goes well I should be home tonight.
Home where our Father greets us at the door
and where the fire in the forge burns bright.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 438 AF.


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