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Date Posted: 07:13:03 07/02/03 Wed
Author: Dalamar
Subject: writing
In reply to: Dalamar 's message, "thanks" on 19:16:54 07/01/03 Tue

OOC: sort of a continuation of that last post, but I didn't know what to write then and I do now.

As he thought, the words came to him. He stood up, abandoning his chair, and walked over to the doorframe. With his knife, (he can reach this don't ask how), he carved in small letters:

To Ellyrianna:
A cabdle lit, a candle doused,
a sunset in the morning:
How brief the life, the love it housed,
that dies while still aborning.

Upon the waters of the world, the everlasting river,
A candle floats on a leaf unfurled,
its fragile flame aquiver.

O candlelight! Burn on and on
until your wick is through.
Restore the spark so early gone,
the flame we hardly knew.

From where appears such potent light,
illumes the lives of men?
And where departs the flame so bright
that never glows again?

A life is gone, its future lost,
now faded like the moon.
No greater pain, no higher cost:
the candle doused too soon.

O candlelight! Burn on and on
until your wick is through.
Restore the spark so early gone,
the flame we hardly knew.

Ellyrianna, may your memory live on.

Underneath that he carved a small unicorn, as best he could. He stood back, gazing at the words. He nodded once, then returned hurriedly back to the corner and continued his work on the chair.

OOC: That poem is by T.A. Barrona, from the Wings of Merlin, pages 92-93, copyright 2000. I did not write that, I could never write a poem that good. Just giving him credit here, because of copyright stuff.

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Replies:

Watches... -- Glifinial, 09:45:36 07/14/03 Mon
- Ellyrianna... -- Dalamar, 15:44:01 07/14/03 Mon
  - Listens... -- Glifinial, 18:55:43 07/15/03 Tue
    - yeah... -- Dalamar, 19:16:31 07/15/03 Tue
      - Memories... -- Glifinial, 10:18:59 07/17/03 Thu