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11/23/2002

The Myth of Words

~The Myth of Words~
Slender fingers caress harp strings
Melodic voice near whispered sings
Holding captive all who hear
Weaving great tales making them clear
Turquoise eyes gaze into yours
soft lips tell of ancient deeds on distant shores
The air behind her shimmers with magic
A scene unfolds most tragic
Passersby stand transfixed silent
Enthralled by the bard's talent
When the song is done, the strings grow still
People stand a moment losing the will
To walk away carry on their lives
They witnessed greatness for which most strive
But fail piteously, theirs is not the gift of bard
Only one weaves enchantment with the myth of words
~End~