((A poem has been submitted anonymously!)) The Wind Feel me dance in your comely wings The welcome rush from the graceful gales Aimless rover, serenely sings Hums the verse of the stony vales Hold your feathers my strength I might To the stars of my heart where kindred croon To bathe in visage of holy light Or weather the storms of somber tune Oh your fate, I loathe for you Your path, the breeze I cannot aim The endless amble you wander through There be no end 'til life is claim -Anonymous Entry ((Herx-Amman))
<Submitted message> There truly is no end until ascendance or peaceful black. It's a beautiful poem, and I hope to meet the author. Oros