Gregoria 11/05/2005
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Those who dwell under the Twilight, beneath the setting sun,
The Children of Eire, who sleep with gentle sheep, by the
Emerald shores,
Farewell sisters of night, guardians of the Sacred Forest,
Diana’s moon weeping with unnamed sorrow,
Pleasantries passing by the coventry, as they bow their heads
with unmarked shame, as they join the funeral of hearts,
Those who dwell under the Twilight, beneath the setting sun,
Children of Avalon, have some mercy for the mortal weak,
for fate lies in the hands of a tiny child,
Welcome brothers in arms, brace your sabered swords, the
battle will start with a storm of swords,Insults exchanged by barbed tongues,
to presently stay unmaimed , must dodge firefly’s arrows,
Those who dwell under the Twilight, beneath the setting sun.
From The Collection “Shire Falls”
©2005 Tragedienne Belle Morte
Submitted: November 21, 2008
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