

And so here we are Just outside the Fastern Tavern the rain was starting to pour. Luckily, however, the last three of those remaining outside managed to squeeze inside just prior to the first avalanching wave of rain. The tavern was not a big one, but rather a cozy place one often found to stay the night after a long days journey. Many times people would go there just to get a bite to eat or drink. There was a big hearth which eight tables hovered around like bees around a honeycomb. There was a bar to order mead and bread at or one could wait for a barmaid to come and ask whatAnd so here we are


Hilly Nights as the Owl CallsThe crickets chirp as darkness falls, As we hear the deadly night owl's call.Hilly Nights as the Owl Calls
The mice quickly scatter to their nest, Hoping they're doing what's best. Never able to stop and think about that deadly poison stink.
The Viper strikes and kills its prey, with the poison from the other day. The mice don't move or dare to think, With death boiling at their feet.
Only when the touch is felt, Do they bolt like all the rest. But by then death is too near, And the crafty Viper strikes once again.
Seeing once more what it knows, That another day mus


Undying Love of a Broken HeartMy chest burns like acid, Slowly eating its way through my heat. The puncture of billions of tiny needles, As oily blood spilling forth, quickly catching flame.Undying Love of a Broken Heart
The gases that are generated are not ever seen As the blood deftly turns back into my dreams. For it is not really as it seems, As the pain is all that can be.
You caused the pain And now you see the power you hold over me. But was it truly worth it when you chose to hurt me?
What could have made you so mad That you would rip the life from me? Did I truly do anything bad, or was it you w


Til the ENDTil the end of the day we all work hard, We work until our backs are raw, We never give up or see the end Until the daylight begins to end.Til the END
We take our time and wander home, To where even more work seems to roam. We do what we can, til we see the end, And huddle in our beds once again.
Many huddle and seek an end, Some more deftly than I am, For we all want that blissful end, But can one know when it truly begins?
We do the work and go to bed, Finding that peaceful end, Or is it but a glimpse of what will be, For once I am gone and y
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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."
~Charles M. Schulz~
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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."
~Charles M. Schulz~
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