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Sit down here, by the fireside my friends... Sing me a song to quicken the beat of my heart, so long has it been since a worthy poem stirred the blood and made mental thunder flash behind my eyes... 

Here's a short but sweet story...I once knew of a god, we liked him, but he abandoned us. Moral of the story? WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN??!!! good to see you back hiddy  ;D :D

good story hope it has happy ending

*The hooded figure whispers*

The creature slips through me
Like the splinter of a tree
So carefully I will not notice
Every word thats said I will agree
The creature slips through me

I will misinterpret, I will be misled
I will pass the message on
They will forever be fooled
The creature with its lies will con
The creature slips through me

The words of the creature lurks in me
as I tell its tale
Its story that is not so true
but will never fail
The creature slips through me

The creature masks himself
so true and so real
that I could not tell the difference
Like a dream so surreal
The creature slips through me

My eyes are covered totally
I cannot decide
Blinded by the fabrication
His words will guide,
to where the creature slips through me

A fool I have been made
blinded, my innocence dies
never to see or hear the truth
behind this never ending sea of lies
The creature slips through me.

*By a friend*

 :o

 Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,
Then one day he was shootin at some food,
And up through the ground came a bubblin' crude.

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

Well the first thing you know ol' Jed's a millionaire,
Kinfolk said Jed move away from there
Said Californy is the place you ought to be
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly.

Hills, that is.
Swimmin pools, movie stars.

The Beverly Hillbillies!

Well now its time to say good-bye to Jed and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in.
You’re all invited back again to this locality
To have a heapin helpin of their hospitality

Hillbilly that is. Set a spell. Take your shoes off. Y'all come back now, y'hear?  ;)

The door opens, and then shuts, with the softest clarion song of the windchimes; there is a hiss, as silk drags against the floorboards. Starlight seems to glitter in the lady's eyes, as she sings a simple poem.

"Rabbits hang stars
behind my eyes:
the better for reflecting
guileless clouds and innocent
winks born mostly of bones
and velveteen.

I miss the days
when hiding soft behind
emerald leaves
was enough to keep the crows away.
But now in autumn
sweet blackbirds crowd
copper branches and
eat the carrion moon."

Clearly a poem of longing for her lost homeland, the words are etched with the memories of a hundred years under the dappled trees of Silvanost. Silent still, she disappears into the shadows of the night.

Almost beyond hearing, the shadowed figure whispers to the flames...

`And they sing,
To this ancient King,
Words to stir
My deep despair...`


Drawing his cloak tight, he motions for the songs to continue.