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[aid] => mick
[title] => There Is A Nymph Beyond My Gate.
[time] => 2005-01-28 15:22:15
[hometext] => I like to think that despite the many burdens borne by us as individuals, within the weight of our emotional baggage, that there is hope outside of our shells...at least I hope there is..for I am growing tired of my heavy armour and gloomy castle.
[bodytext] => I have walked these lonely battlements for as long as I have known arrayed, encased in heavy armour that in mind, as if forever. Atop a solitary hill that I call home in a weary castle all my own behind a self-dug moat of freezing waters where swims memories of lost, dreary winters. Entrenched behind silent, brooding towers surrounded by walls indifferent to censure in a keep, dark, forbidding and tall with barred doors and shuttered windows all. Until that sepulchred moment on a comely breeze floats that hint of laughter and happiness' gist the pitter patter of delicately dancing feet upon fresh grasses in such melodious beats. So it was that very hour, the changing of my guard this persistant rumour dances all day this way and that that I could not but wonder, perhaps and why maybe I should dare to discover, what it is by and by. Upon a day I did just that I took a peek quickly outside and my eyes does ravel in the delight the sweet dancing gaits of a sweet nymph's respite. Tall she was, dainty and compact a beauteous vision which does tender my heart as I stood transfixed upon my wall watching this unfold, song, dance and all. But then she glanced and smiled at me and just as suddenly skipped to the trees though I vainly looked for her dance and sight never did I find any trails on her part. That was the last I saw of her though her promise of joy did surround and linger as I return alone behind my walls I thought of hope and the promise beyond my halls. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 289 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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