Monday, October 17, 2005

RESURECTION

* RESURECTION *
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The power of love, and the strength of The Magic
Events of my world, wreaking sorrow and havoc
Inside my soul as I fight to control
This urge to put words to page
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The fire still burns, though the flames have been smothered
An ember flares up and encourages others
I find as I sit, determined to quit
From the ashes arises The Sage
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I promised myself, I could hide what's inside
Time has determined it won't be denied
Music lives on with the beat of each song
Seeking words to be heard in its rage
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I now continue to practice this art
Writing down words, that are heard in my heart
Magic and chance are relived with each dance
And move on with each coming of age
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With my pen in hand, I'll recount all the stories
The days of our lives, of our sorrows and glories
For I can't deny, who I am inside
And it will not let me keep it caged !!
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Mynstral Lives !!
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Copyright © Nazmythian ... [2004-08-08 02:57:31].

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

MINSTREL'S EPITAPH

* MINSTREL'S EPITAPH *
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Written Words
Etched in stone, typed in print, or scrawled on paper
They possess some of the strongest magic known to man
Lines transform into symbols, the symbols become letters
The letters produce words
Magic
Words hold within themselves power
The proper combination of words can start or end wars
They can bring a strong man to his knees
Make the weakest child invincible
Words can make you laugh or cry
They can blind you from the truth, or open your eyes
To unlimited possibilities
Words can make you think
They can make you feel
They can make you sing
Or they can make you bleed
Words can be the the source of anguish
Of pain and sorrow
Such intense despair that its depths are unfathomable
Words feed the imagination
Take you places that you have never been
Show you things within your mind
That you could never hope find
Alone
They can make you dream
They can make you love
They can make you believe, or they can make you doubt
Words can spark fires of jealousy
They can illuminate your darkest fears ...
Words are magic ... words are power
More magic, more power
Much more responsibility
Than I know what to do with, or care to weild
Anymore
I lay down my pen, as I hang up my robes
I renounce my abilities
Who and what I have been, I am no longer
I renounce my magic
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No more
Written words


Copyright © Nazmythian ... [2004-08-07 12:28:48]