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The verse maker falls to sleep
Dreaming in the land of the Fae.
She shuts her eyes, ready to fall
Stalling the magic of her mind.

As the verse maker dreams,
The story teller awakens.
She has waited for this day to come.
She has wanted to tell her tale.

In the warm light of day,
The story teller brings forth
The land where angels fly,
and men dance.

In slumber the verse maker stays,
Tired and silent in the calm of her world.
Some day she will wake again,
Ready to weave her magic once more.

For now, be joyful.
The story teller is hard at work
Preparing her greatest gift.
She is finally happy in her heart.

-Raven
10 August, 2006