Now under the leaves
Of a moonlit willow tree
I weave my magick
Into the fabric that fate has made
To change your destiny
So the tears that has been cried
Will never have
Fallen.
Yeah I know, but I do not know what to titled it. any suggestions.
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Now under the leaves
Of a moonlit willow tree
I weave my magick
Into the fabric that fate has made
To change your destiny
So the tears that has been cried
Will never have
Fallen.
Yeah I know, but I do not know what to titled it. any suggestions.
Hey nice poem simple yet differnent, it rhymes well too, and a title for this one I could suggest, Weaving Magick?
I did not notice that I rhymed...is that possible.
Nice poem, Is DESTINY a good one for you thats sort of what popped in my head when I read it.:smile:Quote:
Originally Posted by Dragon Born
Dentiny...Destiny...Destiny...I like but I am open for more sugguestion.