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Hello there, one and all
I have lost my head, once again

There is a bird, in and out of the sky tonight
Come with me, let us fly unto the heavens above

Less to hell, we surely shall fall...

Hell is near, within earís range
As itís call is heard, seek to avoid it

There is a tiger, out this day
Looking to take itís fill, of a bloody feast

Avoid itís teeth, less fall prey to itís hunger
Become the hunter, not the hunted...

Behold the simple pleasures of life
Here within the woods, so far removed
The cottage of a young and lovely maiden

A wondering lonely man, happen upon one day

Envisioned here, for you to see
It is as he told it to me...
Receiving none, he pulled away

As distance came, his feelings did fade
The enchantment of love faded, as he became distant
Feeling itís absence, he once again turned toward her cottage

Seeking the enchantment of her love, he would again return
This time he would enter, to surrender to her will
Once within her arms, entwined were they Ďtil the end of time...


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More than seems, less than known...


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The following comments are for "The Hunger"
by MagnusVonMythos

mag
There's a very strong mideaval tone to this piece, creating that kind of imagery.

I enjoy reading it.

Lady M

( Posted by: LadyMitulia [Member] On: June 16, 2006 )

figuring this out
There's so much sybolism in this, I am still trying to figure it out.

Let's just take one piece at a time: Tell me about the bird.

Lady M

( Posted by: LadyMitulia [Member] On: June 16, 2006 )

You mean the Green Bird?
Are you talking about my other poem the Green Bird?

( Posted by: MagnusVonMythos [Member] On: June 17, 2006 )

Oh hehe The Bird!!!
I am sorry I was half asleep when I read your comment, lol. I had just posted the poem Green Bird. Anyhow the bird is like the thoughts in my head, that come and go as fast as they come, over and over they swoop in and out of my mind at times when I am so tired and wanting to sleep.
My mind comes to lie and will not be quiet, until I have let it be heard. So at times like this I get up and write the thoughs and feelings and or comments that my mind demands me to write. Otherwise I woould never get any rest and would become totally insane. Well I am glad you enjoyed it.

( Posted by: MagnusVonMythos [Member] On: July 18, 2006 )





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