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Post by Lynnie on Jul 11, 2012 20:05:38 GMT
MY BOX OF SECRETS.
Somewhere in my domain, I keep a little brown box. A very special box. For nobody knows what is inside. Not even me, myself! Perhaps it is full to bursting point With stories of magic, mystery and intrigue. With tales and legends from far-off lands. With dreams of children wishing on a star. Stories that remain untold. Could it be a treasure-chest? Filled with gold and silver? Or childhood memories Of warm, sunny days Filled with fun and happiness? Could it contain family heirlooms? Medals and trophies, Letters and pictures And songs that we used to sing? Or could it be laden with doom and gloom? Horrific stories of battles from which nobody returned? Feelings of sadness, loneliness and grief? Feelings of pain and sorrow? Feelings of guilt and unease? Perhaps the box contains mysterious powers That must remain untapped. But since I am forbidden to open the box, I made a promise never to do so, I shall never know!
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Post by Lynnie on Jul 11, 2012 20:09:52 GMT
THE MAGIC BOOK.
I see my box, I hold the key. But what's inside Is a mystery. I open the box To take a look. What's inside? It's a book. A book of pictures. Some new, some old. With stories that were, As yet, untold. Pictures of dragons Flying so high. Breathing on anyone Who dares to pass by. Pictures of dragons Full of trouble and strife. I watched those pictures Slowly come to life. Stepping into those pictures Was like opening a door, As I stepped into a world Where dragons lived on the shore. I fought those dragons With all of my might. From the first light of dawn 'Till late the next night. As I rested On the Shores of Blood, I was summoned By a woman in a hood. She took me to a castle Far, far away. She said, "You fought so bravely That tonight, you must stay." So she took me To a place of rest. As far as bedrooms go, It was simply the best! A bed of silk Upon which to rest my head And recharge myself Ready for the day ahead. I shivered in the morning air, Frozen to the bone! I was pleased when it was time To return to my cosy home. I opened the book And a magic spell Sent me reeling Into the fires of Hell! But I emerged Without a single mark. Was I home, Alone and in the dark? Then, my eyes cleared And I could see The book that was still In front of me. I looked at the pictures, Some old, some new. Dead dragons in the sand All skin and sinew. I closed the book And put it away Back in my box, Ready for another day.
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