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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:04 pm
When I was but five
My mother told me a lie
In the form of a fairy tale.
She envisioned a world
Untouched and unscathed
Of fairies and woodelves and all.
In one solemn verse
Written stolid 'cross the page
There lay a small paragraph
That I shall now paraphrase.
"Never do fear
My darling sweet daughter
For when I am gone
Oh, when I do go
Those angels around you
Will lighten your woe.
No matter the condition
No matter your strength
All your angels
Will fight to the brink."
Now if I were one
To question this tale
I ponder no further
The agent of my ail.
For those glorious beings
Angels or nye
Have turned out to be nothing
Should you save a lie.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:46 pm
It's interesting, but the ending has me baffled. I'm not quite sure where you were going with it.
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Shanra the Dragon Bard Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:27 pm
I agree with Shanra, I loved the middle but they ending confused me.
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