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Post by Silver on Nov 3, 2006 14:48:36 GMT -5
 Rising new born from the ashes,in my dedication to the Goddess The scent of lavender and dragons blood in the air I now search for the sword I will bare I heed the call , flame of her will To dispence her justice , as she guides me still  To this new life I am reborn, to the Goddes SwordSworn Wether with Pen, Staff, or Sword I am a warrior of the Goddess once more |
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Post by Silver on Nov 3, 2006 15:38:39 GMT -5
Now the really interesting thing about these pics and this poem are this.
as some may already know I put poems to fantasy art, so I tend to go on picture jacking jaunts alot lol
well these two pictures caught my attention weeks and weeks ago , and since then I have tried on more then one occasion to put wors to them , each individually, and nothing ever sounded just right to me
then the night after samhain, I was going to write a poem about my dedication but couldnt really put things into words , so I was just looking at my picuters and these two stood out and seems to pull me and when I put them on a blog , then the words just seemd to flow like a warm stream in summer.
I guess they were meant to be used this way, and that is why I couldnt put words to them before
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Post by wren on Nov 3, 2006 18:39:52 GMT -5
It's amazing how everything comes back around like that, isn't it? Just beautiful, Silver!
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Post by Silver on Nov 3, 2006 19:00:27 GMT -5
It's amazing how everything comes back around like that, isn't it? Just beautiful, Silver! (gets a mysteriously little smile on her lips) Yes it is amazing how things seem to work around to what should be. I believe it something to do with the old say that timing is everything!! and knowledge comes to some in very odd ways |
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