a band of sacred misfits tightly bound
With magic, we did cast
Fate threw us to the winds
And we wander the abyss
The Mistress of Shadows
said a spell created a shelter for us to dwell
conjuring us from the world
We gathered here, and a circle formed
We dwell in the land of mists
a place we could finally be ourselves
a sanctuary of the soul
Teaching the art of poetry
Our forgotten language
to each newcomer as they enter
The Mistress guards us from anything torrid
The wards at the gate bar anyone from entering unless invited
Our family became full and secure
Love was shown
And some wars were sparred
we of shadow and stars
Thank the Mistress and Guardians of the horde
for taking us in and giving us rest
❤️
This….
You’re a beautiful soul, Brenda
thank you lovely one as are you 💕
We’ll be okay, Brenda, so long as we’re all together. ❤️
thank you lovely one I know we will I believe it too 💕
Beautifully penned, Brenda. I agree with, Willow. At least we’re all here together. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you dearest Damian I know and believe we will too 💕
Beautiful. Camelot fell but the legend endures. So too, DUP🌼
thank you dearest Joe beautifully said 💕
Brenda, as DUP disappears over the horizon we can make our home here. Your poem is filled with deep emotion for what is lost and what once was.
John
thank you dearest John I deeply appreciate your presence 💕