Who wills, Can.
Who tries, Does.
Who loves, Lives.
A good story is a good story no matter who wrote it.
Anne McCaffreyDrummer, beat, and piper, blow
Harper, strike, and soldier, go
Free the flame and sear the grasses
Til the dawning Red Star passes
Harper, your song has a sorrowful sound,
Though the tune was written as gay.
Your voice is sad and your hands are slow
And your eye meeting mine turns away.
The tears I feel today
I'll wait to shed tomorrow.
Though I'll not sleep this night
Nor find surcease from sorrow.
My eyes must keep their sight:
I dare not be tear-blinded.
I must be free to talk
Not choked with grief, clear-minded.
My mouth cannot betray
The anguish that I know.
Yes, I'll keep my tears til later:
But my grief will never go.
Stichwörter: grief
The little queen all golden
Flew hissing at the sea.
To stop each wave
Her clutch to save
She ventured bravely.
As she attacked the sea in rage
A holderman came nigh
Along the sand
Fishnet in hand
And saw the queen midsky.
He stared at her in wonder
For often he'd been told
That such as she
Could never be
Who hovered there, bright gold.
He saw her plight and quickly
He looked up the cliff he faced
And saw a cave
Above the wave
In which her eggs he placed.
The little queen all golden
Upon his shoulder stood
Her eyes all blue
Glowed of her true
Undying gratitude.
Don't leave me alone!
A cry in the night,
Of anguish heart-stiking,
Of soul-killing fright.
Live for my living
Or else I must die
Don't leave me alone.
A world heard that cry.
Make no judgments where you have no compassion.
Anne McCaffreyFight only in direst need
Not for lust or petty greed
Honor those that do give birth
Respect them well for their full worth
Harper, treat your words with care
For they may cause joy or despair
Sing your songs of health and love
Of dragons flaming from above
Stichwörter: words
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