Blessed Be, 1996, by Morcael, goddess of the light crystals

Blessed be to all those wandering
In the dark and empty night
Ever searching for the love
To bring them back into the light

Blessed be to all those wandering
On the seldom traveled road
That leads to love and freedom
From which more love is sowed

Blessed be to all those wandering
With blind eyes and hearts of steel
May they someday open up
And take in love like Heaven's meal

Blessed be to all those wandering
Where the spirit fields are green
Letting love flow all around them
Even when it can't be seen

Blessed be to all those wandering
On the paths of wrong or right
May they all be filled with gladness
When they step into Love's light


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Look for the Wind by A.P. Beall, 1987

Beneath a March moon rising
Over memories of snow,
You can hear the East wind calling
In the sea cliffs, there, below.

And beneath the full moon rising,
Where gentler breezes blow,
My shadow longs to walk tonight
In places I can't go

Where I'm going, I can't tell you,
When I'm coming, I don't know;
Look for the wind behind you --
Think of times not long ago

And I'll be there

In the Springtime by the Old Mill,
In the Autumn by the Bay,
In the laughter of the Summer
And each rainy Winter day.

I'll be there.

I have a reason to have been here,
And a reason to be gone.
And a reason to have loved you
Every evening, every dawn.
And beneath the full moon rising
Where my shadow longs to go...
But now I'm gone.

Yet I always shall be there
In the warm and gentle winds
Behind you --
Yesterday.


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A Blending of All Circles by: jeannelacroix

Our thoughts
Though silent
Blend as a backdrop for this perfect night
And in this moment
We become one
With all that's here, all that was
With all that is -

United heartbeats breathe the
air and songs of angels past and present
letting us breathe in a glimpse
of their longing to be seen by all
as they drop by -
Was that one dancing to the
tune of the flickering fire?
Or was that one who caused
the woodland owl to hoot -

They reveal themselves
In all manner of ways
In the woods
On starlit nights like these
When friends gather
And become one
With all that's here, all that was
With all that is -


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by Choralone
Unfurnished, treeless barren ball, rotates, spinning
Toxins taught to destroy
A balance not unlike, rotates on, changing, directing
Directs and wins
Each vision blurred, Living thinking, not ever linking
That shape unknown, progress, undermine basic binary
On, off, on, off....
Breathe
Breath, Exhale
Exhale lungs
Green shutters, cameras fixed
Overexposed skin burns, raged
The amber, violent tempered tension
Surface stoned
Water, vapor, to air
Dry cracks, growth denied.


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-by deeno
Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb...in bloom
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won't let himself be
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, losin' control
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been denied
Down in a hole and they've put all The stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
of my feelings beneath
I'd like to fly but my
Wings have been denied


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lonesome in a world of chills
nothing to do but think
about what i want, and what i gain
how do i rely on this?
my life revolving around one door
that never opens, only shuts.
treatment from another, ripping this plastic skin..
did anyone call my name? no one feels the same..
was it something i said..or was it just me.
this has left me so far back, state of confuse.
there is nothing in this world..for me to share.
parts of me in a hole, i don't understand.
look at me now, and tell me what you think.
treatment from another, ripping this plastic skin..
did anyone call my name? no one feels the same..
was it something i said..or was it just me.
my wings are clipped, no room to fly.
just tear this emotion from my half.
i can feel the winds, but not their anger.
i feel peoples cry, but mine is not of concern.
life is a passing, no remorse, no care.
learn, happy, not.
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streams of fire - by blkrose
she sits on the shore,
tears of blood flow evermore.....
she sets her petals adrift.....
the solitary chalice of her blood
so painfullywept, the rough seas set
it to endlessdrift....
tongues of fire from the water do rise,
so they engulf the fruit of her eyes......
blood of red, petals of white,
fire burns not a rose in the night.....
she gives her sins to the seas again...
so true she hopes for forgivness.....
but peace and love come not from above her pain seems endless


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Kahlil Gibran "The Prophet" on Love
(Read by QueenTerri)

"When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams br>as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he
crucify you. Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
That you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart,
and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness
and pass out of love's threshing floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,
and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say,
"God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love
For love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart
and a song of praise upon your lips."


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Another one by Sir Merv du Spamcan

Have you seen the Grail My Lady?
I hear it shines in inner light.
No one's light is so bright they dim it.
No dark so dark it can't be seen.

I go to seek the Grail My Lady.
Clad in the armour of what I am.
I gather those along my path
So that when it's Truth we meet,
This host shall shine as its Shadow.


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by Mordred Killraven, Dark Knight

In the sky
I long to flee
I long to fly
By feathered flight
On black-wedged wing
To hurl myself
Or maybe fling
My body high
For in my mind
I was a bird

In a different time.


Another by the Dark Knight, RoseWood's Resident Poet:

Silver sail on silver sea,
Fleeing westward,To be free,
On storm tossed wave,
Past Emerald Isle,
Atop ragged swells,
That raise the bile,
Wind tight sails,
Her bow plates sing,
Cutting clean the oceans sting.
Silver sails through the mist,
She rides the crests,
The wind to kiss,
Ever onward,hear her sigh,
Above singing sea,and seagulls cry,
Farewell Jamaica,and a last, goodbye.

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Merv du Spamcan
merv@midtown.net
September 13, 1997

On a dear death

I camped on calcite that weekend
Close to two of our favorite caves
You should have been there, next to me
Instead you went to L. A.

Coming home Sunday, we almost met.
I lost my way, missed my turn
And headed west for your road
But I turned before I got there

I don't know what I could have done
Against a script already written
I don't know if I'd still be sane
If you'd died in my arms.

But I wish I could have held you
Once more
I'd like to have kissed you
Once more
Just once more
I'd like to have said. "I love you!"
Just once more
Once more before you died.

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Nathaniel
matrix@avalon.net
September 01, 1997

Heart Dancer
tickle@erinet.com
August 30, 1997

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Does Mother Earth have a tickle spot?

intro: I asked this question in my my magazine, then called "the Open Heart", to see if it struck someone's fance. Later in a meditation I got an answer. Now my magazine is called Tickle Spot.
Poem
When I thought of looking for this SPOT,
I thought that it would be,
somewhere up among the trees,
flying like a whirlwind ,
rustling the leaves,
and by catching sight
of this delight,
my heart would swell,
and fill with joy!

Or by a river's roaring shores,
I'd find the "spot" and feel it,
and would rollicking roll,
with laughter to the forest floor.

By fancy's inspiration,
I went upon this trip,
it seemed that way to me.
So, on my lark,
no expectations followed,
no solid plans to make it real.
These two treks were in imagination
and had not even been partaken.

So this laten image of the "spot",
I brought
to my place,
for writing recitations,
that come to me,
from muses kindly gifts.
I'd write about the Mother's body,
I thought,
and how She'd blessed me,
as I made a Western triip.

At first this seemed to be inspiring.
She'd blessed me,
time and time again,
on that beloved adventure,
with beauty and with love.

Then, as I began to write,
the Mother touched my hand.
Where was this "spot"?
Where was this place,
where touching there,
would make the Mother laugh,
where feeling there,
would lift Her cares aloft,
and bring Her JOY?!

I heard the Mother whispering.

What, Mother?
What place,
upon your watery globe so round,
upon your form with fire inside,
where wafting winds enclose your sides,
and soil makes you solid,
is the place that brings ,
your JOY 'round when touched?

Her answer made me shake,
and tears came to my eyes.

She said that that place,
that "tickle spot"
........
was me.

"You are all the tickle spot
on the body of
a delighted MOMMY Goddess!"

Heart Dancer Carey

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Falcon
jovet@email.unc.edu
July 03, 1997

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Drawing Down the Moon
I take you in
You consume me and I am sated

Fill me with a healing love
Erease the shame and pain of times past
Let me be a virgin to your touch

Drawing Down the Moon
Accept me/Love you
I burn with a fire you lit

Ice frosts over the surface of my soul
Show me not my reflection
Become me, I am you

Drawing Down the Moon
I control the flames
Justice will be mine

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Omaha
bfranic@vanisle.net
June 23, 1997

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THE SACRED GROVE

She laced up her boots and threw on her cloak
She opened the door made of iron and oak
She flew down the path past daisies and trees
Nothing could keep her not even the seas

She entered the grove and stood and waited
It had been a moon since her passions had been sated
The silvery orb shone brightly through the elm
It lit up the glade of the fairies' realm

She held her breath for she could hear
Footsteps, footsteps drawing near
As she turned to look she sighed a swoon
He never failed to appear at the moon

As his arms enfolded her she breathed his perfume
Oakmoss and Jasmine, the scents of June
His great horns seemed to pierce the sky
Yet gentle was his soul, Cernernnos of Clie

He kissed her long and ever so deep
It seemed as though the world did sleep
The stars circled like ravens black
Twinkling lights leaving magick in their tracks

Alas all too soon the moon did set
He took her hands and swore as he knelt
"Another moon may pass overhead
But I will return and we will be wed.

For nothing can keep me from these trees
Not the wide universe nor the deep blue seas"
He kissed her again as the dawn came anew
And she wept as he vanished from her view

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Nathan Fain
fain@actcom.co.il
April 25, 1997

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(This is more poetic than it is poetry.)

As we look to fit in with the common crowd,
we find our selves becoming less proud,
of the faith that we believe
and that we were once taught to speak loud.

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Moss Faerie, a very particular faerie
MossFaerie@aol.com
April 19, 1997

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Pretty Thoughts In a cave, up the slope, that is hidden from all eyes,
Dancing stramatolites shreik at me to join them.
Up in a purple-blue crevice a candle jumps,
Shining on the faded, old signatures of a
long, boarded-up mind.
I can hear the voices of the Fae who live here.
I can see them beckoning me with their slender fingers.
Now they whisper in my ears of a time
When the trees talked.
A time when they ruled,
A time when the snow sang as it brushed by your face,
A time when pine needles skipped on their way to the top.
I lie down in this cloudy, green haze,
Under the guard of washed-out rock.
In this hole no one knows, no one sees,
Just the other faeries and me.
A few inches off the ground at first,
Feeling the air underneath;
Their fingertips tickle me.
High in the air the words are thrown,
Heads tossed back in a shudder of truth.
The tunnel opens above me.
Crashing, crashing, crashing down,
Hearing a different set of voices cry,
Voices I don't know.
My body arcs up into a rainbow,
A piece of the mountaintops' sky.
I want to leave, I want to take myself away to these feelings.
The gilt edges of their storybook, this cave,
Push me so hard into an egg.
But now these other singers have broken our backs;
I can't rip out of this cold, iron world.
I roll down the hill, breaking away.
My feet feel the sun's kisses on the street,
and I'm back in the swing of things,
My world gone for just a small while.
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david Jackson
djackson@peterboro.net
March 31, 1997

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As the Moon rises and I wander back to my warm Cave, I see a Gray form slipping through the tree's, I wonder what it's thinking!, I wonder where it's going, this Beast of the forest , knowing it's prey's scent is........ On the Wind.

As night decends upon the Wood,
I awake from My days long Rest
From my Bed of straw I Rise
And all my Senses harmonize
Does Dinner wait beyond the Hill
Will the Tender Doe be at peace
After I make My kill
I pace across the Forest floor
I sense my Prey on the Wind
Down through Wooded glades I race
The smell of Musk flows over my Snout
I know my Prey lies cross the stream
In my mind I shout,I shout,the kill,the KILL.

And as night desends upon the wood, I glance up above the treetops and seem to see a.... Castle Keep

High above the Forest floor
Floating as in the Mists of Time
Sits a Castle on a Crag so high
Its Silvery upper Towers seem
To cleave so Deep the Night Black Sky
Its gossamy Spires lost in the Clouds
Waiting there for the Beasts Return
From the Long Lost Dragon Wars
So many leave, so Few return

To this Castle,this Land, this Time
For the Dragon Age is nearly done
Now's the coming of the Age of Man
And so few of them Believe
That soon Dragons will slip Away
To eyries High beyond Man's memory
A Firery flash in the Night
As some! Beasts return to Castle Keep.

Night as now decended, so I 'll leave it to the Beasts and the Wee Folk.

Speaking of Dragons......

Prelude to a Myth

Far below our Enchanted Woodland Home
In a Cavern deep below the Earth
Golnar sits and waits on his Crystal throne
He waits upon a Pure but simple Scribe
One he can overpower or maybe Bribe
To tell the Tales that must be Told
Before the Dragon Age has passed
of long ago and far Away

So far Beyond these Misty Hills
Where Dragon's sleep,their secrets Keep
Resting until they are Called to Rise again
When scent of Man is on the Wind
And Hackles rise upon their crests
The Firery shiver runs down Glowing scales
Once again the Hot,Hot Breath
Flame that Sears the straw thatched Hut
And the Villager who can but Stand and Stare
Trembling at the Mighty Dragon's Rath

So has Dragons sleep, Dragons dream
The Dreams of Long ago and Far away
And wait for the Call to Dragon Wars
So it was in another Time,another Age
When Dragons flew across the Dark night Sky
A Time when Elf and Dwarf and Goblin too
Ran and Hid away when the Dragons Flew
Black,Red,Green and White,and the Fearful Blue

Dragons one,and Dragons all,Some short
Some tall,some Big,some small
Guarding their Golden Horde
Armour,Sword,Staff and Crown so much
Treasure Strewn across the Ragged ground
And there Dragon sleeps upon His Horde
He dreams the Dreams of the Dragon Wars

Blood Red the grass has all around
Men,Elf,and dwarf lay Dying upon the Ground
The Mighty Dragons rule the field
Sill Squire and Knight and Solders all
Standing Tall they hear the Call to Battle
As red mists clear and take they Heed
For there sits Pure White Paladin upon his Steed
Looking for Dragons on which his Sword can Feed

But Dragons,Dragons gather all
Across the Land they form a Mighty Wall
Roar of Dragons voice above Trumpets blare
With Blood and Gore across the Field
Has Man prepares to make a Stand
Both Man and Dragon will die here on this Day
And some will survive to Crawl away
To fight these Dragon Wars another Day

The pink Haze lifts from our Eyes
And we see upon the Hill pure white paladin
He lays Dying on the Blood soaked Earth
Above him Towers the mighty blue
Silver lance imbeded Deep in Mighty Dragons Heart
Dragon weeps and so does Man, Long ago Before Time began


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David Jackson
djackson@peterboro.net
March 28, 1997

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Here are some of my early Poems From a time of Darkness....

ALIEN

Fireball across an Earthly sky
Burnished copper against the Moon
Disk of emerald fire settles in the Mist
Strange sound for Earthly ears
Blue light flows from an Oval void
A voice from beyond the Stars
"Enter Here Who DARE"!
Burnished copper across an Emerald Sky
THE VOID BECKONS
D.Jackson/78

VIKING
Oarlocks scream on a Starless sea
Tight skin sails flap in a Restless breeze
Clouds that race before the Moon
Blood and Fire upon the land
Rape and pillage the only Sound
Fog bank rolls to Hide the deaths
Ghostly shape on a Placid sea
Dragons head sinks in the Mist
only SCREAMS are left.
D.Jackson/75.


NIGHTMARE?.
SCREAMS rise from an alien Bog
Sweat laden leaves Lay heavy
and Tremble in the mist
Howls are heard upon the moor
Death stalks from Swirling fog
Blood runs deep in Stoney beck
Light of day Burns mist away
SCREAMS are heard no more.
D.Jackson/75.

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David Jackson
djackson@peterboro.net
March 26, 1997

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FireCircle The following Poem was inspired by the FireCircle of RoseWood,and is the First poem I wrote after I awoke..
Full Circle.

Circle,Circle,never broken,
Circle,Circle,burning bright,
in the Vastness of the night,
Where wandering Weavers come to gather,
by the firecircles flickering light,
We sit and rest from all our wanderings,
to hear the songs Sung on this night,
For here we sit and Share our longings,
we the Weavers of the Web,
Our full Fire Circle held together,
by a slender,slender,silver thread,
Circle,Circle,burning bright,
in the Fullness of the night.


As I follow the winding path up the hill and through the woods,I hear the crashing of a mighty falls,and on the morning breeze I hear laughter,and has I come to the brink,I see ........
Below the Falls

A Golden pool below the Falls
Where Maidens bathe in shimmering light,
And there lay Queen and her friend DarkRose
There reclined on glistening Rocks
And I seem to Hear inside my mind,
The Spell they Cast,to have me come
And join them in their Golden Pool of Light

I come out of my trance and look around, but there's just a river and a falls, no Maidens bathing in the pool below........yet do I see..................."just a hint of Golden Mist".

As I continue on the path through RoseWood, I glimpse a flash of River through the Mighty trees, this must be the Spirit River.......

Spirit River.

River,River,where've you been
What Wonderous things have you seen
Spirit River can you recall
Spirit River tell me all
River tell me where you began
Far from the Eye's of Mortal man
Deep below the Mountains Height
In Caverns lit by Light of Night

River,River,can you tell
Of places Dark where Demons dwell
And do we Mortals have to Fear
All those Demons that we think are Near
Or does it matter what we Think
Do you like a Seer
Feel that our end is here
Spirit River,where HAVE you been

Has I walk through these woods I wonder if ENTS played here often, and do they still!!!!!

Circle,Circle,never broken,
Circle,Circle,burning bright,
Circle,Circle,held together
In the early Magicial Dawning light.

And has I walk along and think of Ents, I spy a clearing through the Leaves, and walking on I come upon,Yes!!...
The Glade.

Enclosed all round by Mighty Oaks
A carpet of Flowers spread beneath Their bows
And with a Trembling and Rustling of the Leaves
Reveals to your eye a site to Behold
A site about which countless tales have been Told
Back before the Time of man,
Back before even Time began
For there a Faery Circle sits,
All the Faery Folk round and round
Telling Tales without a Sound
Above my Head, a Golden light appears, tis the Sun I see
Has I look back to the Faery Folk, they have all gone away
Hiding from the Light of day

How wonderful it is to Walk this Enchanted Wood
To think you could be One of the privileged few
To find this Forest lying beneath your Feet
Knowing not what Strange sights,
Your Eye or Mind will Meet
for you may Remember there was a Time.....................

Beyond Time.

Back when Mighty Witches ruled the Earth
And they Cast their Spells and mixed their Brew
When the Fearless Dragons Flame was true
Before mindless Humankind came on the scene
Back beyond time when the Earth was Oh so! Clean

But enough of this, for here is light of Day, tis time to Rest. I will return another night to follow paths that lead I know not where.........and there will be Queen and DarkRose to Guide me through this Enchanted...... ROSEWOOD......

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Mordred Killraven
djackson@peterboro.net
March 26, 1997

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Thanks to DarkRose for the links, and for the Poet in Residence, I'm just trying to furnish my.......
...........CAVE........

I dwell in my Cave far below the Heights
My rooms are furnished with
Stalactites and Stalacmites
Some I use for Lights and some for Seats
And has I Wander through these Hallowed Halls
I pause and think of DarkRose and Queen
Lounging by a Misty Falls and calling
Me to come, and share their early Evenings Fun.
And as I search these long forgotten Tales, my hand is Drawn to only
One.....

A Chronicle of Dragon Tales

The First being a tale told long ago in the Great Hall of RoseWood
Castle, of a........

......Wizard.......an Epic Tale.

Deep in the Earth below the Sun
There lives a Wizard who once won
The Silvery Wand of Toth, or so some do say
And to win this Wand he had to Slay
A Mighty Dragon with just a Spell
Twas way before Time began,
And long, long, before the Time of Man
Twas a Time when Dragons lived and Dragons thrived
The Dragon King sat on his Throne
He ruled the Land both Far and Wide
For from his Gaze none could Hide
This Dragon King knew before Him is Enemies died

But far away in his Forest Lair
An Elven Prince could only stand and look upon
The Flame scorched Land that once was so Fair
He then turned to his people and sadly shook his head
He said, the Dragons Flame must be Quenched
Send out mesengers Far and Wide to find a Wizard
Who can cast a Spell that will Quench their Fire
The Reward will be the Silvery Wand of Toth
With such a Wand a Wizard would the Best of all
So the Word went out and Wizards were in Awe of such a Prize
But alas!the Wizards had used up all their Spells

Finally a Young Wizard stood before the Prince
He said, Sire I have a Spell that was Handed down
From ages Past, Back beyond the Time of Elf
But alas the Legends say, if Dragons go , then so must Elf
The Dragon Prince thought oft and long
Then raised his head and began to Sing the Elves Death Song
We will take to Our ships and Sail Away beyond the Edge of Time
But someday We may Return,when this Land is Pure again
Wizard,Wizard, do your thing, but Rid the Earth of the Dragon King
The Wizard watched has the Last Ships sank in the Golden Mist
Then turned and Walked to the West, beyond the setting Sun
The Dragon King on his Throne was told of the Wizards Quest

But he just laughted at such a Jest,
He laughted so hard that he Cried
The Wizard Stood and Cast His Spell
This one he'd Studied and Learned so well
Out his Hand came a Blazing, Blazing Flash of Light
That made Bright Daylight out of Night
Light so Hot and such a Flame,
It quenched the Fire in Dragons throat
And so put out their Flame
Without their Flame the Dragons Might was Gone
Slowly they Disappeared One by One
And thats how the Dragons lost their Fire
Alas the poor Wizard having being touched by Dragons Breath
Had to spend His days in the Deep Dark earth
Where the Sun could Never shine.

At least so the Story goes,who knows!!!!!

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On Parting  

Dear Friends, have I told you that I love you enough?
If I never saw you again, would you know?
Would you know my life is blest,
Truly blest by knowing you?
Do you know my soul has grown,
My soul has grown just by loving you?
Can you live with open arms, with open heart?
Do you know one love is yours?
No matter what, that love is yours?