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Sailing through purple skies unhindered And breathe crystal snowflake frosted air Floated past the mysterious Weeping Mountains And yellow forests called Warlocks Fair Trembling Wandered the underworld Drunk with false courage from Cretan wine Leapt bravely from star to star Journeyed through red starred scattered galaxies Witnessing the birth and death of time The finality of the forever feared tolling The ringing of deaths solemn bell Conjured this was in my mind quite carefully For I am she who tells the tale Commanding the heavens and the earth with my pen To me the four winds bow low and kneel The water robed river nymphs pirouette   Wild horned stags vault high to my music You must admit the scene quite captivating and surreal The moon kiss my cheek with shy affection Apollo grace me with a sunburst arrow of gold Syrian lotus seed the door to the universe   Held tightly in small clutching hands Where lies stories soon to be told   She who tells the tale Sprung from blood of ancient lands Portraying in ink and script The dark images of man. @ Copyright Tammy M. Darby Dec. 12, 2018.
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
She who tells the tale
Sailing through purple skies unhindered And breathe crystal snowflake frosted air Floated past the mysterious Weeping Mountains And yellow forests called Warlocks Fair Trembling Wandered the underworld Drunk with false courage from Cretan wine Leapt bravely from star to star Journeyed through red starred scattered galaxies Witnessing the birth and death of time The finality of the forever feared tolling The ringing of deaths solemn bell Conjured this was in my mind quite carefully For I am she who tells the tale Commanding the heavens and the earth with my pen To me the four winds bow low and kneel The water robed river nymphs pirouette   Wild horned stags vault high to my music You must admit the scene quite captivating and surreal The moon kiss my cheek with shy affection Apollo grace me with a sunburst arrow of gold Syrian lotus seed the door to the universe   Held tightly in small clutching hands Where lies stories soon to be told   She who tells the tale Sprung from blood of ancient lands Portraying in ink and script The dark images of man. @ Copyright Tammy M. Darby Dec. 12, 2018.
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
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