Incandescent joy
This is not a ploy
Happiness today
Hold it not at bay
Let the light so glow
Everyone will know
Seems I cannot wait
Jitters won't abate
Inexplicable
Patience workable
Be still oh my heart
Carry on your part
Feelings shan't prate
It's well worth the wait

A gusty autumn wind was blowing around the corners and eaves of the mansion when I awoke the next morning. I scarcely remembered arriving the night before, I had been so exhausted, but now I was well-rested and eager for a good breakfast to begin the day. Climbing out of my soft, warm bed (that I considered far too large for just one person), I crossed to the window and pulled the cord to draw back the heavy curtains.

(A bit disorganized, but there's no way I could straighten out this train of though tonight.)

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Part Seven: "Another Wizard!" "Or Fairy!"

You, too, would have smiled
When you heard that distant growl, that bass from afar
You, too, if you felt the energy
Almost snapping in the silent expectation
What clouds, so terribly beautiful!
Drawing the eye to the heights like no sunshine could
What silence, what longing
What emotion just waiting to fling itself upon you!

Sing me a song of full measure
Full feeling
Full emotion
Full love
Full anger
Thunder, preach!

Chapter the Sixth

Mid-winter in Llorleya

Why do they hunt us, Why?
Why do they want our skin?
It looks better on ME, than on THEM.
They use these big boomers called "guns."
And they've killed many of our sons.
I don't see how they can find us;
We can smell them a mile away.
They sneek up on us;
while we're sleeping the day away.
I wish the Indians would drive them out;
But, oh, the white man guns are stout!
We're gonna have to get used to having them about.

The road goes ever onward, where to I do not know
To sunlit lands or mountain peaks or gentle river flow
Wherever to I will not mind, my heart has led me here
Adventure waits around the bend, I feel it very near

When morning comes I hope it finds my feet in distant lands
In homely cottages of old, or maybe castles grand
Wherever it will lead me, I will go with eager heart
Excitement clutches at my soul before my journey starts

A small ode to the excitement of the game commonly known as ultimate Frisbee

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It’s sailing, fast, straight at you
Slicing through the air
You slow and turn to meet it
You watch with steady stare

But, no, the wind us tricky
The pass is much too high
You turn and begin to run again
As it goes sailing by

Slowly it loses altitude
As you try to run it down
Nearer, nearer, nearer
Don’t let it hit the ground!