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~All and None, A player of many, yet master of few~
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Date Posted: 08:47:58 02/16/03 Sun
I am, but a song bird with flightless wings
An eagle, a griffen, all just the same
None seem to surface at my arise, for I am a songbird,
My beauty is frail, my power limited
Yet, many sing along to my golden melody of peace and love
And the will of the Lord.
Yes, I am but a song bird, but I'd rather be
a powerless angel than a hell bound horror.
I sing of life, they sing of Death
Yet, I find it hard to believe they ment but to feed their own.
If I could chose I would proclaim, one war to make the side's rename.
One of heaven, one of hell
Choose to open the letter wrapped to my knee
Or declare yourself unlike whom you claim to be.
Dove of shimering silver croons a love song as she circles the territory carelessly. Her gaze sets on a high rock near the royal. The dove lands gracefully on the rock and hold out her leg to give the dragoness a message from a player working with her dragons in a distant land on the other side of the realm...the land of the east, the dark land so many claimed had lost it's touch.
On the delicate parchment she would find:
Common Sense and player
I have devised a plan that may help the lights regain popularity.
It is a mannor of reform I think you may find very intrigging.
I shall send a dragon at once to join your fleet and inform you of my ideas.
Please send a reply back with this dove if you wish to hear from me.
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