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The strings sang as her fingers danced in time with her voice. The song was a light one, faeries and their twilight meetings, yet the combination of the melodic harp music and her words gave it a life of it's own. Even the animals seemed to recognize this event as special. The horses stood still, the chickens made little noise as they prepared for the night. Even her hound was attentive. The night was hers alone.  
As she strummed the last chord, her voice dying away from the final syllables, not a sound was made. All was silent and unmoving. She hopped down from the table and proceeded to wipe her hand-harp, polishing it to a rich golden hue. Humming quietly, some long forgotten tune, she placed it in a tan leather bag. The bag slung over her shoulder, bumping against the dagger strapped at her side, she motioned for the hound to come. They then made their way down the dimly lit path, the only light coming from the silver crescent moon overhead.  
 
 

Written Upon the Loss of a Friend  
Slidin' this way and that,  
hoppin' from clique to clique.  
No cares, no worries,  
all powerful, all beautiful.  
The world falls at your feet,  
as does every guy with honest feelings for ya.  
You'll take the sweetie for a ride,  
then cut his heart out and  
throw it to the dust on the floor.  
Spread empty rumors and false accusations.  
Hey girl, when you gonna tow the line?  
How many lives will ya mess before  
you realize what you've done?  
You're so arrogant.  
Conceited. Egocentric.  
You make me sick with your petty secrets.  
What's a secret if everyone knows?  
Guess I won't be trustin' you again.  
Listen here, luv, you ain't the best.  
You've strung me along for so long  
friend, but now it's "so long."  
I'm not playing your game any longer,  
cuz you know what?  
I cherish my friends.  
My love is sincere, and people trust me.  
Maybe I'm not as popular as you, babe,  
but guess what?  
I'm the real thing.  
You won't ever be something if  
you ain't genuine.  
That means, luv, no more manipulation.  
No more ignoring your best buds  
for time with slackers.  
What's important here?  
That's what I want to know.  
The ego trip, the  
scandals, the parties. Gimme a break. 
I liked the real you.  
The always-happy-and-hyper you.  
I'm wearing black today, chick.  
You know why?  
Cuz I lost ya.  
Plain and simple.  
 
 

The Realization of Love  
He came suddenly into view,  
quietly,  
putting the pieces back together.  
Bit by bit.  
He chased the thunder away,  
and when the storm-clouds hung over my head,  
I had soft wings to shelter under.  
Warmth and love.  
My spirit began to shine-  
radiating, like the sun.  
Before I found him,  
my world was viewed in grey.  
Until the shades of indifference  
were colorized- he walked in.  
 
 

Last Dance  
His face shone in the multicolors  
While he danced  
The lights flashing  
He drew her close  
She smiled in the darkness  
Her head resting on his shoulder  
 
 

No More Searching  
I used to think that I was the owner  
of an endless hole.  
A void in my heart,  
tearing my mind in two.  
I was wishing for someone  
to fill the gap. 
(I never could find him)  
I realize now that I was missing me.  
The hole? It was for myself.  
I was too busy looking  
for that special person  
to realize I was  
losing myself in the process.  
 
 

To My Friend 
You're my ray of sunshine  
when the clouds circle overhead.  
Your smile and your warm eyes  
light up even the darkest hour.  
You relax me, calm me down  
when I get all worked up.  
Your charm and sensitivity  
make me melt.  
Your words hold such honesty  
even when they're hard to get out.  
You are the pillow I cry on  
when things don't go quite as planned.  
You're the one star in millions  
that sparkles for me.

 
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