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Posted: **Sat Aug 27, 2005 4:45 am**

A long poem is placed on the wall in plain view of all. The long and hasty scribbles suggest it was written during the night, by an author who could get little sleep.

What a night! What a night!
What is this I see?
What, who, has bumped in to me?
What a night! What a night!
Your eyes, your glow,
Quite a sight, to bestow.
What a night! What a night!
'Tis me, 'Tis you,
What is there to do?
What a night! What a night!
You just look,
At the man whose heart you took
What a night! What a night!
Fate it must be,
How clear can it be?
What a night! What a night!
Open my eyes,
To such a suprise
What a night! What a night!
Come with me,
Just wait and see!
What a night! What a night!

Have I left you speechless?
No, the Gods left you voiceless.
For one such as you,
This is not a problem.
Because words are so plain,
Like a drop of rain.
In the ocean,
of emotion.

What a night! What a night!
You look at me with reject
What a night! What a night!
You look at me with guilt,
My heart is about to tilt,
What a night! What a night!
'Tis you, Sylveria
Your eyes light the whole area.
Coming in to my dark room.
What a night...

Elsof, Poet

Posted: **Mon Aug 29, 2005 2:52 pm**

A few excited whispers catch the ear of an elfess passing near the town wall. Beside the clutters of fluttering parchment, two young ladies giggle to each other as they stand before a peculiar piece. It has quite a length, but despite the slightly disorderly scrawl of its handwriting, the rows of words fall in a noticeable arrangement.

One turns by chance and spots the elfess. She exclaims and beckons "Sylvie! Come quick!" At Sylveria's curious tilt of the head, the girl adds "Haven't you read your own poem, silly???" Sylveria approaches the wall inquisitively.
Finally upon reading the parchment, the silent elfess shies away from the still-giggling girls with blushing cheeks and a certain look of recognition in her timid glances at the poem on the wall.

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