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Another day stirs me awake, Before its dawn I'll travel far. Clay path ahead, feet burning dead, Days - short, nights - long. My friend - a star. Essea is the name I bear, For I'm a healer-elf; I share Great wisdoms of the ancient worlds. Her secrets Nature deftly hides - I know paths where She them unfolds, Jumping, her creatures at my sides. Knowing my Past, I don't forget Lothlorien, my only home, My Mother and my Father - dead, Now buried under wooden dome. Over Dark Hills, alongside Men, Praying for Light, they fought Dark Prince. Quick death slew them at Sauron's den. Rare words are spoken of them since... Searching for Light, I travel wide, Trees, Herbs, and Rivers help my quest. Unseen to all, with gales I ride Vast shores and lands from North to West, Warring dark powers that may be. Xylographs I carve, so that Ye, my Beloved, only Ye, Zealous for me, do find my path. ---- I have a way with Evil - My love it should not wish. Perverted and seduced, then dead Dark things who taste it, be! Frightened you are to learn this, - You needn't be - for I Present no danger to good folk - You cannot cheat my eye. (c)kRu, 2002
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Jan 29, 2010
Jan 29, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC
Essea
Another day stirs me awake, Before its dawn I'll travel far. Clay path ahead, feet burning dead, Days - short, nights - long. My friend - a star. Essea is the name I bear, For I'm a healer-elf; I share Great wisdoms of the ancient worlds. Her secrets Nature deftly hides - I know paths where She them unfolds, Jumping, her creatures at my sides. Knowing my Past, I don't forget Lothlorien, my only home, My Mother and my Father - dead, Now buried under wooden dome. Over Dark Hills, alongside Men, Praying for Light, they fought Dark Prince. Quick death slew them at Sauron's den. Rare words are spoken of them since... Searching for Light, I travel wide, Trees, Herbs, and Rivers help my quest. Unseen to all, with gales I ride Vast shores and lands from North to West, Warring dark powers that may be. Xylographs I carve, so that Ye, my Beloved, only Ye, Zealous for me, do find my path. ---- I have a way with Evil - My love it should not wish. Perverted and seduced, then dead Dark things who taste it, be! Frightened you are to learn this, - You needn't be - for I Present no danger to good folk - You cannot cheat my eye. (c)kRu, 2002
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Jan 29, 2010
Jan 29, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC
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