Within That Honored Veil
By sidewinder
To touch within that honored veil, A primrose sheltered illusion varied past the edge of dawn, Time met And time gone, Where reality skirts that fine edge of itself and fantasy, Met only in chronicles sung by a bard who mystifies that crowd found on the edge of their seat, As they listen to tales of magic and mystery woven by a mythical hero or heroine who saves the day. Dec. 14, 2001 Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jun 27 2002 08:04 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 12
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