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Phenithia
Born was she, so pure and white
Beauty
given by the Lord of Fire
Krite,
Flesh of his flesh, Bone of his
Bone, in love born, in love
Grown:
Phenithia,
Lady of Light-
A dream by day; a vision by night
Born out of the flames of his desire
The Lord of Fire, her sire.
She met her lover-tender and warm,
Son of the Lord of Airs child
They consumed the Holy Flames
Of the
Lord of Fire, her sire.
Cursed and banished for what she
Had done, by consuming the flames
Of the Holy One.
Phenithia, Lady of Light-
Hides by day, wails in the night.
Cursed forever because of her desire
By the Lord
of Fire, her sire.
Now silently in a forbidden place,
She hides her scarred and hideous face,
A face that
frightened her lover away,
A punishment from the Lord of Fire,
Her sire.
So hidden in a cavern dark,
Soul
in torment, a hated sparked,
Which forever grows and was inspired,
By the Lord of Fire, her sire.
Phenithia,
Lady of Light-
Hides by day; wails in the night
Cursed forever because of her desire
By the Lord of Fire, her
sire.
-Cassandra Ross
4-28-93
After Life?
Is Death such a terrible thing
Is
there no joy that it can bring
In this world of hate and sorrow
We cannot look forward to tomorrow
We laugh and
cry
We live and die
Some suffer so much
And know not why
One day it will come to pass
And each of us will
know at last
When it is our turn under the Reapers knife
If there is an After Life.
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