Monday, April 28, 2008
Siren’s Call
Echoes in the wind, of a siren's call, eerie like a mist evoked from nothingness into the breath you taste and can't forget. Hear her song beating in you from dawn to dark; think of her words, and her sweetness laced in logic; her contradictions touched by goodness; and her eyes looking through you,...
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Ceremonial Dream
By the light of a full moon, centaurs dance in spirit and time. Dragons dream and emerge from the womb of a deep cave. Deep in a shrine made from the hollow heart of a giant forest tree, I sit and wait in the shadows. The sound of the flute coming from my prince's lair calls me forth like a maiden...
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