[Darksheare]

'New thread!' The sign had said,
and into the door I was led
The furniture was draped in red
And danced about my pounding head
It chased me down when at last I fled
And now I lay under it, beaten but not dead.

[Soaring Feather]

Well I 'm so glad you arrived
all intact and without a whack!
We have done well in our efforts
to write our Prose and Poetry
in a Dragon Flies' Lair!