I never wanted to be here
Jerked away from my wife and daughters
By the man with the silver tongue
Here fire doesn't listen as it did there
There are no fairies
No fire-elves
No nymphs
At the same time
No Adderhead
Hangings are no longer common
But they have war here on a scale unimaginable there
Our world now is like theirs in the past
Will we become what they are
After they move on
Ten years is a long time to be held away
Away from the place you love
Away from the people you love
I long to hear the whispers in the flames again
And be able to reply
Here magic is a thing of stories
There it is common
There people are wanting to kill me
I am safe here
Yet I'd rather be there
Yes, I'll admit it, I'm not sure how well Dustfinger does this. he always seems kind of hard. Oh, well. It's fun to write. Poems planned: "Farid," "Roxanne," "Fire-Dancer," and "Silvertongue." If you have any other ideas (serious ones, please) just let me know. I'd appreciate it. Artygirl ;)