(This will be my last poem on the board and it's a testiment and tribute
to all of you who enjoy poetry and Aetolia)

In the begining, A world is anew,
molten lava erupts and soon it dose spew,
The lava sprays forth in a magnificant display,
and soon life begins as much as this play.

*Lights are off*

It's Dark In here, I can hardly see,
*people start to gather*
pushing and shoving, "Hey, don't touch me!"
*Anger sparks*
A slap is heard and then not a sound,
*Heated battle erupts*
All this does happen before the curtains go down.

*Flick*
Of a whim, the light does shine,
*Wisdom imparted*
Giving forth the birth of Divine.
*The ground is layed*
A hint of religion, with church and steeple,
*The meek*
Grows from our history, and now with people.

*Peers*
Looking down from the fabled garden
*Law*
The people rebel, and some are given pardon.
*City, State, world*
Quite soon the world seems small and subdue,
*Rebirth*
Mysteries of old somehow becomes new.

In the end of the play, its just like the start,
lessons are learned, lets take it to heart.
The chain of events do circle and sway,
So remember everyone, Tomorrow's another day.

(Thank you all for letting me share my experiances with you.)
Misty



Penned by my hand on the 13th of Variach, in the year 131 MA.