To: Darksheare
It seems to work well enough for me. Try it again. -- And please don't say, "What's that sound?"
Lonely crying, tears of rage.
Why had he fled in fright?
She'd burned her need into his soul,
His pain would last all night.
He heard her mental laughter.
His freedom was her prize.
Although she seemed a helpless waif,
Her weapons were her eyes!
338 posted on
03/03/2005 6:53:41 PM PST by
NicknamedBob
(I am a writer. This is a sample. Why aren't I rich yet?)
To: NicknamedBob
LOL!
I'll give it a shot.
I'm on my way to bed at the moment.
Thankfully I did write down what my muse had said to me.
Is it odd that my muse usually strikes by audibly speaking to me?
342 posted on
03/03/2005 7:12:20 PM PST by
Darksheare
(If you were in my heart I'd surely not break you. If you were beside me and my love would take you.)
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