The Time Lord's Daughters
Like within a caldron The dark sky boils. Lightening forking down, To kiss the churning sea. A lone figure, Cape whipped by the wind, Stares out upon the sea, Mumbling forgotten words. Opening the storm door, Stepping from his world, Into the stormy present. A movenent beneath his cape. A white haired child, With eyes as black as coal. A time twin, daughter of fire. Her sister, the daughter of water, Left back in the before time. Saddened he makes his way, Along concrete streets, Missing his Wicca wife, Missing his elfish daughter, A mirror image to the one he holds. This daughter is of legend, Her name is Myrrh, child of fire. In her the Phoenix has arisen. The other is called Merrow, The embodiment of the water spirit. He now must await the day, When they can saftly return home. For now they must live here. In this Babaric place called now. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 06:56 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 10
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