Rev. Gregory Kensbock Posted July 16, 2008 Report Share Posted July 16, 2008 Sitting before the warmth of a burning fire,Thoughts of yesterday swirl through my mind.Gone are the romantic castles, dark and dire,silently, corridors in them are dying.No longer can spirits floursh,Discovery, realism are the assassins.Spirts must die, in the pages of time,Returning only in the dreams of compassion. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Argonious Posted July 16, 2008 Report Share Posted July 16, 2008 Very nice....Can feel the longing for a place and time long ago, makes one think..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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