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Name: Syn
Age: twenties somewhere
Race: elven
Symbol: crescent moon birthmark on her left foot, by her ankle
Rank: Lady Knight of the Lost Order
Weapons: broad sword, monk's staff
Background: She can't remember anything past her service with the Order of the Lost. They took her in, clothed her, fed her, and put her to work.
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Falling...a distant plea in the night
Dreamless, sleepless...cotton padded fantasies
What's real anymore?
From the cold clouds I'm passing through
Years of ignorance I've suffered
...and for what now?

Falling...could that scream be mine?
Forgetting, neglecting...a pain now my own
Could I be to blame?
Piercing rains cut like those razor blades
A decade or two of bottled pain
...is this my release?

Falling...will I hit the sea or earth?
Wingless, graceless...thrown from above
From a castle in the air.
Twilight turns and blinds me like so many lies
What was once beautiful is dead to me now
...but didn't I make it that way?

Falling...where did the voice go?
Hiding, seeking...trying to hear
What am I looking for?
The roaring winds begin to numb me
Soul then body as I plummet still
...where the ******** did I jump from?...

...where did you go?



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Lieffen

Report | 07/28/2007 12:27 am

Lieffen

The sound of rain drops falling on my head

The sound of the grass laying beneath my feet

The sound of footsteps to the side of me

The sound of the cold, cold heat

The sound of words, words spoken softly yet loud

The sound of the passing when two souls meet

The sound of hearts breaking form homes far away

The sound of the bodies taking their seat

The sound of passings so quiet, so deafeningly silent

The sound of the others, walking to a drummer's beat

The sound of death, corrosion of war

The sound of the blood spillt with defeat

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