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| Magik Feather Poetry |
| Thru the mists of time walks hope aspiration and fantasy by her side, Multitudes like soldiers of illusion marching to battle on a bloodied plain, Ghostly images falling short at high noon dance like devils in the night, Thru the mists of time creatures from long lost worlds scream silently from mouths starved of friendship, Teeth shimmering in a predatory grin they too had their own selfish desires, Thru the mists of time come so many questions the answers to create anomalies for those that care, Secret places never yielding their knowledge to the light thru the mists of time. ray |
| The Mists of Time |
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