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| Castle of Mystery |
A castle stands silent and strong. Here where I'm hiding, I can be done no wrong. I speak with the ghosts, long gone but not silent. They listen to me with a hint of amusement. The myth and the lore are stronger than ever. They capture my soul and spin me a treasure. Words and images flood my brain. Till at last I release them in a pleaure that's pain. For putting it down, and making it work, is to me very much like giving birth. So the mystery remains and so does the myth. Only I know the truth but to it I won't admit. | ||||||||||||||||
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He walks beside me silent and graceful. He is seen only by my eyes. No other can see. For he is my spirit guide, a wolf of my own. Our hearts are shared, as are our souls. He offers protection when things get out of control. He guides me and helps me when I need wisdom and strength. The Cherokee in me howls with him and in the distance, we can hear the pack. We are one, of the earth, the sky, and the air. Mother Earth holds us in her embrace. Father Sun grants us warmth. Sister Moon guides our lives. Brother winds, offer gentle caress'. By the great spirit we are joined forever and long after. That is the way of the wolf. | Way Of The Wolf | ||||||||||||||||
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| Mystic Falls Home Of The Muse |
The Muse Beneath my hand, a blank page. My fingertips hold a pen lifeless. My brain is an empty shell. No color, no image, no creation. Where has my passion gone? When did it die? The weight of a feather settles on my shoulder. From the corner of my eye I catch but a glimpse. Body of moonbeams, hair of stardust, kaleidoscope eyes so vivid and bright. Her windchime voice tickles my ear. Her words ignite the passion that smolders still. Inspired by visions, the words flow from my pen with the rush of a waterfall. A new world is created, born from long ago yesterdays. My empty pages are filled. Grateful, I turn to give thanks, but she is already gone. A smile flirts with my lips, for I know she has not gone far. After all, we are but halves of the same soul. | ||||||||||||||||
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