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POETRY CORNER Dioraem's Poem of Remembrance by Alehem ---------------------------- Fierce loyalty in a warrior's frame Deft in wood, dale and every glen Humble Knight, seeking no fame With the Light he feared no Dark Den A coffee cup, a rope about the waist Strange indeed was this little one He acted calm, and rarely in haste Narry a bone to pick with anyone Consumed at last by an unfair foe This halfling is lost, to Thera and Valour's woe. A Poem to A Love by Zanderic --------------- As a star that glimmers deep in black curiosity so is the light that is you. Something, somehow, escapes words to paint the picture that is you. Even with pure incredible persistence you fend off the words I choose. Beautiful, special, my moon, my heaven, are all understatements. The portal called my world cracked and shattered while traveling at the speed of life. My reach, my sight, grasped the new world that has come. Like an angel from above you descended to me. With your gentle hands covered by the glimmer of a clear night sky, I gasped for a definition of the feelings I had as I was embraced by your arms. Your hair danced wild in a vacuum frozen in time and space. Your bosom soft and supple projected a steady beat of drums. Your lips. Oh my God your lips. The addiction that I crave. A fiend, a beast in search for bloody meat, I hunt for your kiss. I feel your voice echoing in my soul yet unheard by my ears. Words that define need not be spoken for feelings are too great for that. Your eyes, that gleam in pure infinite wonder, will never lack for my attention. I travel the galaxy without a map of stars, lost in your eyes. In the Wild by Alehem ----------- When winter first begins to bite And stones crack in the frosty night, When pools are black and trees are bare, 'Tis evil in the wild to fare. when cold winds in sky do blow And the darkening of the Sun heralds woe, When storms fret night with care 'Tis evil in the wild to fare. When after the darkness gives way And coming of Sun heralds Day Warmth caresses all without a care 'Tis good then, in the wild to fare. |
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