06-30-2006, 11:22 AM
The March of the Angels
Sitting here amongst the sweet sad expanse,
Where swirling darkness and distant suns dance,
Where hope and life are glimmers of a chance,
There is one group who will help you advance.
In the twinkling of the faded of glory,
they'll show up to rekindle the story
of man's worth they'll take inventory
but there ways are not of the gory.
They are visions of perfection sublime,
the most beautiful creations of all time,
inspiring the most humble of skalds to rhyme
their voices the most lovely of chimes.
This group-these entities of which I sing,
that when spoken of bells of truth ring,
that with the thorn of mercy sting,
all ailments the universe would bring.
They are the Angels fair and true,
willing to give of themselves for you,
in the name of mercy they will do
all they can to right that which is askew.
-Wylf
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Kristy the Kind
A star-princess of lands lost,
A hero of a rightful throne,
a rogue whose path you have crossed,
that has nothing of which to atone.
Kristy the Kind of lands unseen,
the most lovely pilot of her realm
forsook the rightful place as queen,
in order to wear an Angel's helm.
Where ever need is in short supply,
Where men look up and ask why
Where children are forced to cry
This is where Kristy will fly.
Her Beauty will inspire,
those who are pure as a dove
her twinkling eyes cause desire,
in those who who would seek love.
So if you are in trouble,
if you find yourself in need,
Call-out her name through the rubble,
and your plight she shall heed.
-Wylf
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Silvara the Glowing
As constant as the ever rain,
in land that never shines
Silvara the Glowing's aim.
is against the darkness to draw a line.
Born to humble parents
peasants who taught her right
she excelled at her errands
and for justice was taught to fight.
Like a flower full in bloom
she opened up for all to see
her radiance felt in every room
the glow all girls wished to be.
She left her peasant home for more
in the abyss there was a need
left it all behind for a new shore
to help the weary and hungry feed
She spread her wings to the sky,
the cherubic caught by Charlie's eye
brought her into her second life
where she would put an end to strife.
-Wylf
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Janina the Inspiring
When the world was first wrought,
and chaos reigned all that was,
there was a unique beauty sought,
that to the chaos would bring pause.
Janina the Inspiring in the first flames stood
righting wrongs and fixing all she that could,
nothing vile she'd let past her glare
for the chaos-evils she could not bare.
An Angelic being from a forlorn age,
she is here now to pay homage,
to all that she is and should be,
to save the world from calamity.
Her mythic origins no one knows,
but against the vile she brings throes,
snuffing out darkness where ever it shows
all that is corrupt she would expose.
An Angel from the minds of men,
an answering to a silent amen,
a pulchritude not to be seen again,
A guardian of mercy's den.
-Wylf
Sitting here amongst the sweet sad expanse,
Where swirling darkness and distant suns dance,
Where hope and life are glimmers of a chance,
There is one group who will help you advance.
In the twinkling of the faded of glory,
they'll show up to rekindle the story
of man's worth they'll take inventory
but there ways are not of the gory.
They are visions of perfection sublime,
the most beautiful creations of all time,
inspiring the most humble of skalds to rhyme
their voices the most lovely of chimes.
This group-these entities of which I sing,
that when spoken of bells of truth ring,
that with the thorn of mercy sting,
all ailments the universe would bring.
They are the Angels fair and true,
willing to give of themselves for you,
in the name of mercy they will do
all they can to right that which is askew.
-Wylf
-------------------------------------------------
Kristy the Kind
A star-princess of lands lost,
A hero of a rightful throne,
a rogue whose path you have crossed,
that has nothing of which to atone.
Kristy the Kind of lands unseen,
the most lovely pilot of her realm
forsook the rightful place as queen,
in order to wear an Angel's helm.
Where ever need is in short supply,
Where men look up and ask why
Where children are forced to cry
This is where Kristy will fly.
Her Beauty will inspire,
those who are pure as a dove
her twinkling eyes cause desire,
in those who who would seek love.
So if you are in trouble,
if you find yourself in need,
Call-out her name through the rubble,
and your plight she shall heed.
-Wylf
-------------------------------------------------
Silvara the Glowing
As constant as the ever rain,
in land that never shines
Silvara the Glowing's aim.
is against the darkness to draw a line.
Born to humble parents
peasants who taught her right
she excelled at her errands
and for justice was taught to fight.
Like a flower full in bloom
she opened up for all to see
her radiance felt in every room
the glow all girls wished to be.
She left her peasant home for more
in the abyss there was a need
left it all behind for a new shore
to help the weary and hungry feed
She spread her wings to the sky,
the cherubic caught by Charlie's eye
brought her into her second life
where she would put an end to strife.
-Wylf
-------------------------------------------------
Janina the Inspiring
When the world was first wrought,
and chaos reigned all that was,
there was a unique beauty sought,
that to the chaos would bring pause.
Janina the Inspiring in the first flames stood
righting wrongs and fixing all she that could,
nothing vile she'd let past her glare
for the chaos-evils she could not bare.
An Angelic being from a forlorn age,
she is here now to pay homage,
to all that she is and should be,
to save the world from calamity.
Her mythic origins no one knows,
but against the vile she brings throes,
snuffing out darkness where ever it shows
all that is corrupt she would expose.
An Angel from the minds of men,
an answering to a silent amen,
a pulchritude not to be seen again,
A guardian of mercy's den.
-Wylf