Sing, O Muse, of the land of my birth,
That sits in the middle of our fertile earth.
Sing of my love and affinity,
Of the fair land called Trinity.
Sing of the plains stretching great and wide,
Tell of the mountains, where evil hides.
Sing of the ocean, all white with spray,
And Sing, O Muse, of the beautiful day.
See the great fountains of Breccia!
Note the green trees of Talc all covered in copia*.
See the Trinitian shores all covered in sand,
And See, O Muse, Candoria's dark lands.
Go to the Forest of the King,
And see the great trees without a ring.
Go to His castle and see that no plant dwindles,
And Go, O Muse, to where love was first kindled.
And now, O Muse, sweep me away,
And take me back before the break of day.
Take me back to my fair Trinity,
Where lies all my love and affinity.
*copia is a large, darked stripped, tropical fruit found only in Talc. |
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Jan. 25, 2009 - Ooo...an untitled comment..
So you write? Let me guess...fantasy? I write too, but I haven't been able to post any of it yet. *breaks down and cries*
Soooo, you want to be friends?
Laurie