I am asked what I am thankful for,
I say true love and true friends.
Then they say, "Surely there must be more",
I answer with, "It depends."
I thank the one voice which guides my pen,
she is the muse of my soul.
She loves me despite all that I've been,
her faith restores my control.
My closest of friends is Satiate,
no better friend could I find.
To her thoughts can I truly relate,
each has a contrary mind.
My dearest friend is Lady deVine,
loyalty is her trademark.
Her words seek not to harm or malign,
but to fan poetry's spark.
Watcher is the sister of my heart,
a kindred spirit indeed.
With her my passion for verse did start,
poetry my heart does bleed.
Dark Angel and I share common loss,
twins that left us before birth.
The space between us we reached across,
kindling in me a rebirth.
Caroline is a mighty ally,
a southern belle to the core.
On her advice I've learned to rely,
in that accent I adore.
Lady Skyfyre is aptly named,
her scathing words scorch the ears.
Those who decry her tend to get flamed,
sheep that fall under her shears.
Systematic Decay is my friend,
that puts her beyond reproach.
With words my honor she did defend,
though other views did encroach.
Lucie always greets me with a smile,
that alone brightens my life.
Her humor has a singular style,
though her wit cuts like a knife.
In an e-mail I met Thursday's Child,
soon I found she was quite shy.
Within her she holds a soul so wild,
hidden though I know not why.
One recently met is Jenny Lee,
my source of pagan delight.
I so much enjoy her company,
her presence graces my night.
Ruth is another some know as Hoot,
friends we are with different views.
Respect renders those differences moot,
for friendship is what we choose.
Ominous, my friend, is seldom seen,
though her path mine intersects.
I think she likes to remain unseen,
and does not what one expects.
Tara is quite the hard toss to call,
a good friend perhaps at times.
Around her she builds a sturdy wall,
mortared with free verse and rhymes.
A friend steeped in the Light is WhtDove,
she admits she used to sin.
Her heart is blessed with grace from above,
against that evil can't win.
I am thankful as well for Tori,
at times we share the same mood.
I know not the whole of her story,
but on that I shall not brood.
From New Zealand comes my friend Severn,
we've met only in e-mail.
My friendship she has done more than earn,
honor will always prevail.
I have an inconstant friend named Walt,
who really is such a card.
Though he swears his muse came to a halt,
his verse can catch you off guard.
Michael and I are fellow DarkLords,
each echoes the other's pain.
Miseries are life's cheapest rewards,
true love we reached not in vain.
Christopher my successor to Prose,
I count as a rare male friend.
Why this is so only heaven knows,
but the friendship will not end.
Last but not least I thank Ron Carnell,
for his faith and for this home.
Passions will be here, this I know well,
should I ever choose to roam.
Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~.
"Either kill me or take me as I am,
because I'll be damned if I ever change..."
Count Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade
(Marquis de Sade)
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 11-25-1999).]