From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: electric torches
Date: Fri Sep  2 14:01:11 1994
Electric torches line the cement paths.
Steel trees blocking the wooden cities
And woven tarps cast over the blue skies.
"We are now living" they shou at me
"CAn't you see we are living?"
(shout even)

I shake my head, a tear floating to the dirt ....
I simply see Mother dying.
Where is that familiar kiis of the wild wind?
I only feel the decayed touch of a breeze
What of the salty airs dancing on the
oops on the ocean?
I can't even see the ocean anymore

the sun has diminished in power
For what is a simplegeneral against an army of little warriors
They line every wall, these miniature suns, themselves,
united five times by the sun, all by man.

The ancient moon is but a glowing corpse.
Mourned by the fading stars.
Their magic now dispelled by the long glasses......]
Some things are better left unknown.

Flashes of brilliance be lightning to her soul,
curiosity extended beyond the natural limits is like a knife,
Dipped too deep into a gift.
Nothing can be accomplished without the drawing of some blood.
She is dying, my companion;
Mother is breathing r last words.
Uttering her last incantations.
(r = her)

clarity brings her death to all of hermagic


this was written by a friend of mine ... but it is just so perfect for all 
times, don'cha think?/?