Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there,

I only sleep

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there,

I did not die

Ladruca

*returns Demon's hug enthusiastically* Demon, old man! How've you been? *looks at the bar for a moment and laughs softly* Don't worry about it. I haven't fixed a drink for anyone but myself in so long that I can barely remember how. *runs his hand along the bar a moment...soaking up the memories that had been carved into the oak...then smiles at LB and Venusvii* Ladies...It has been too long.

Deadend
9 May 2001

The sun sets and looks like flames on the water of a bright blue ocean, dimming till only shadows remain and the waters of the world look black and the stars pop out all over the place.

Dew touches the tips of grass blades while crickets sing in the distance. A lone wolf howls from far off and a soft, white rabbit's ears perk up in alarm, barely shadowed in the dying light.

The last notes of a lone bird's song die out as the moon shines silver on the treetops and gives the earth an eerie gleam that's only there when the moon is full.

I am her Lancelot and she is my Gwenevere.
A queen skilled in things both earthy and divine.
Of all men I alone see her fully.
I alone can possess her whole.

I am a pillar in her castle.
Cool and quiet, I am invisible
to the horde which seethes around us.
So still and strong that though I hide nothing
they cannot see me at all.

Through all days I stand sentinel over her.
I watch her ally, decieve, enlighten, defend.
The knights at court are pawns before her will
and through them she can achieve great ends.

*noticing that some one is behind her, Saraphine stops and turns around in time to see the dashing man flying over head*

*not able to speak Saraphine just stands there as the beautiful lady walks up to them and listens to them talk*

Just as she is about to say something she and Lovely are put to sleep.

Saraphine Anura
14 May 2001