| Subject: Yes.. well.. if it happened again.. i suppose it would... -smirks- |
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Eryk and Neka
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Date Posted: 20:27:26 10/13/02 Sun
In reply to:
Aerian
's message, "Which thing?? Oh... THAT one... *grins* yesh, would that make you smirk again?" on 20:13:46 10/13/02 Sun
Eryk smiles at Aerian as he strums another cord, just to double check. He smiles, content, then starts to strum a melody, something that seems like something a bit softer, perhaps more serious and calm than anything. He began to sing, his voice, actually, much better than one would have expected. I'd say it was, good, a wonderful voice.
"Water from dust, and dust rising out of the water
Continents forming, abstract as color or light
To the vaished eye, to the touch of Jemun's daughter
Who knows with a touch that the robe is white
Out of that water a country is rising, impossible
When first imagined in prayer,
And the sun as the seas and the stars invisible
As gods in a code of air
Dust from the water, and water arising from dust,
And the robe containing all colors assumed into white,
Into memory, into countries assumed in the trust
Of ever returning color and light,
Out of that dust arises a wellspring of tears
To nourish the work of our hands
In forever approaching country of yearning and years
In due and immanent lands.."
Eryk finishes his song, ending with a few more strums of the strings, then stops entirely, the music fading. Even Bordic had stopped to listen.
(i didn't write that.. i copied it from a book series called DragonLance.. i cheat ^^)
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