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[aid] => mick
[title] => Midnight Fancy
[time] => 2005-04-19 19:41:54
[hometext] => Wrote this today during lunch.....something different.
[bodytext] => Midnight Fancy Alone in his study he heard nothing but the tick, tick, tick, of the clock In his hands he held a book of poems He read of love and longingly wished he, would be so blessed The only answer to his wish the tick, tick of the clock She cried herself to sleep Alone in a strange land she longed for love to save her Surely the kind woodsman and his wife would care for her but for how long How long until that blackhearted beast hunted her down and claimed her as his own She slept fitfully with dreams in which fairies danced and led her to her one true love He must have dozed the embers barely glowed and the book lay at his feet The tick, tick of the clock reminding him the hour was late He heard the clock grow silent as he stoked the fire adding more wood The embers flew up like fairy dust shimmering in the wind Turning to see the clock he saw her young, beautiful and sleeping fitfully upon his floor The clock resumed its tick, tick, tick He wondered, but would n'er question the fates that had brought her to him He knew it only as a gift as he looked on her with love She turned in her sleep warmed, by the fire Fire! Her eyes flew wide for the woodman had no hearth in her small room She gazed then into the eyes of another into her destiny And as a smile crept across her face She heard the tick, tick of the clock. Carol [comments] => 8 [counter] => 235 [topic] => 40 [informant] => freckle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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