How come you never write that well for me? I always get weird funky
stuff about flowers wilting, and the sun shining...yet to a bunch of
other people you can write about moaning and passion....-envy-
Let me attempt a quick poem....hmmm....

Rise above my child, above the heated fires of hell,
above the deep night sky so blue, above the oceans deepest swell.
Speak to me my child, speak of anguish burning a heart,
speak of love so twisted and wild, speak of where death begins to start.
Cry softly my child, cry and make the heavens playground weep,
cry tenderly let tears stream down your cheeks, cry my tears I cannot keep
Dream of visions lost my child, dream the dream of your soul's true madness,
dream the creation of never-waking slumber, dream the loss and feel of sadness.
Stay alive my child, live in your world full of fantasys and fire,
live in the escapade of escaping death, live in the fullness of desire.
Never leave my child, do not leave me standing alone,
do not leave as quickly as you came, do not leave my eerie throne.

Well thats not bad for a 5 minute poem, I think -chin- Oh well!
Take care all -Juni Baby-

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Ero, in the year 265 AF.