eLeanore

The light that guides the path to the havens of the Enigmatics.

Thursday, December 25, 2003

Over yonder in the Northern poles,
The silver storm rages,
And the Carol sings.
A kiss sets passions asunder,
Under the enchanted mistletoe green.

posted by Eric at 12/25/2003 04:54:00 AM

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home

Previous Posts

  • Light travels faster than sound. This is why some ...
  • A boy stood at the top of the world, He views down...
  • An architect's sprawling work, Spread across the s...
  • Heres a post thats not a piece of my work, hey wha...
  • Time, It slips through the wake of humanity, Like ...
  • The path of a falling star, It streaks a burning t...
  • eLeanore: haha maybe he bore the grudge for 16 yea...
  • The limping past of the hollow winds, Memories it ...
  • I hear the rhythm of the world throbbing, It is ne...
  • There's always this little girl, hoping to spend e...

About Me

Name: Eric

View my complete profile

Powered by Blogger

Subscribe to
Posts [Atom]