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Friday, September 30, 2005


edge walker

To be able to dissapear, to fade away when the mood took me...
A hood drawn half over my face
A whisper of cloth as I slip around the corner

Others like me, in the Halls.
We talk in quiet, short words.
"Last mission?"
"Interesting, accomplished."
"Meddled?"
"No"

To record things in the myrad worlds as they happen
with a outsider's point of view.
Who won, who lost,
and without a biased view.

We are no one.
We are as the mist on the lake,
you can grasp,
but you can't catch.

We seldom meddle,
perfering to let things
devlop on their own.

*****

That's interesting in'nit? I just came up with that. Like it?

Please comment. See ja. *slips off*


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