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I was still a little girl, about seven years old I think, as the strange man came in our village. Our people gathered to look at him and at his odd horse. I held my little brother by the hand to protect him. "Is there a young lady with fair hair and black dress among you? Did any of you see her?" Nobody answered at first. They were all mesmerized by him. He repeated his words three times. "Did any of you see her?" I remember his scream going down my spine; it woke me up with a shudder. "No, we didn't see the lady, strange man", my grandpa answered, "but it's late and dark and you must
by ~OtiliA28
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My grandma took me with her everywhere when I was little. She showed me all the herbs and taught me how to use them. I used to think of the woods as my best friend since our home was there. But grandpa told me it was also full of dangers. He knew many lovely stories and each night he would tell me a different one. One day I was playing with my doll outside. "How are you, young lady?" He called me "young lady"! Such a weird man! "I'm not a lady! And I'm doing fine." He stood by his horse, dressed in green, with boots and everything. "I've heard your grandma
by ~OtiliA28
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The SidheThe Sidhe Copyright © Michele-lee PhelanThe Sidhe
The moon paints the dark with silver edges so fine, As the wind sways the trees like ships on the sea. The road it is shining in the moonlight, As along its length gallop the Danoine Sidhe.
The ethereal fae with incandescent visage, Dressed in gold silks and jewels oh so fine. With beauteous faces and skin pearly white, And eyes like the rainbow that shimmers and shines.
O'er the cobbles the Shining Ones glide, With nary a sound from their flying steed's hooves. They be out on their hunt, seeking the souls, &nb
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SidheSidheSidhe
Sometimes I am nothing but a whisper in the wind
An undistinguishable murmur with no origin And only the shadow of a possibility of conscious Thought behind me
Sometimes I am a shadow in a dark corner
A dark spot that cannot be erased with any amount of daylight And no one seems to notice save the wise old sage With the bent mind
Sometimes I am a teardrop drowning in a sea
A forgotten emotion that soon dies in apathy
And every memory of me is soon extinguished
Along with my name
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Wybie Lovat: Caroline what?
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I've always known that I'd be trapped;
the world outside no longer shows.
And here, within this dream, I'm caught...
the Lady of the Blackened Rose.
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