Where one does see a reflection,
I see a new face.
I see a soul,
A mind,
A sentient thought,
Adrift amongst the sands of the lands, the perpetual nights and days that circle around and around.
I am Naomides, Sage Druid and Wisest Man of Terlanas, according to my friends....
I dare not claim the title by my own prideful recollection, but by what others have said of me...well, since that's what mankind knows me by, and therefore an easy way to be recognized in introduction.
Humility is a beautiful thing, but even beauty can turn ugly, no?
...
My apologies, I prattle!
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The wind....posted Oct 18th 2011, 5:41PM
Mood:
A wind, a chill,
A winter shrill
Devoid and frozen,
The Sun has chosen,
A season comes to pass.
A river halted,
Sidewalks faulted
With icy pathways,
And dim light rays,
Snow, it follows the freeze.
Falling,
Falling,
Falling,
Asleep am I,
Blinded and blanketed,
We are all,
Blanketed by the winter.
Ah, friend, a very exotic blend! I traveled upon strange solid roads, braved the metal beasts that prowl them, and dealt with the most peculiar currencies!
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