To: lodwick
Hey, my campfires go great and I have had no problem staying warm and dry while it's raining out. I can't complain.
Indiana U guys with some liquid Ox, eh? Wonder if any of them were my cousins... They lived out that way for awhile......
*Nervously bites fingernails*
To: Darksheare
LOL- good to see ya.
549 posted on
08/29/2002 2:14:08 PM PDT by
lodwick
Thrust through the Door of the Night
without e'en a candle for Light
A wanderer without a name
The usual suspects to blame
The daylight rejects me.
The twilight accepts me.
And everything is as it was..
Wandering under the Moon
can't evenwhistle a tune
Wandering on through the night
Wondering just what is right
The wisp lights despise me.
And shadows, they hide me
As jealousy gnawed at her mind.
Down to the forgotten graves.
The dead men, they peacefully lay
Waiting for the end of the Night
And for Someone to bring them some Light
silent, she finds me
sirens, they blind me
And another stone pokes from the ground
Out from the Door of the Night
Hidden from inner sight
Never had use for a name
Never had time for that game
Wanderings' over
Eternal Loner
And meaning has yet to be found.
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