SilverK

A door closes - a relationship of quite some years ends.


It's sad, and somewhat painful - but at the same time hopeful that both of us can lead better, happier lives.


So, I shall look again. One never knows who one may find, but part of being a dominant alpha type personality is knowing that from each failure arises the opportunity for new triumphs.

Another user, Snowqueen, posted some interesting poetry/lyrics.

I thought she had a great idea so I figured I'd steal it and put up one of my own. This is one of my favorites by Robert Ervin Howard.

The Ghost Kings

The ghost kings are marching; the midnight knows their tread,
From the distant, stealthy planets of the dim, unstable dead;
There are whisperings on the night-winds and the shuddering stars have fled.

A ghostly trumpet echoes from a barren mountainhead;
Through the fen the wandering witch-lights gleam like phantom arrows sped;
There is silence in the valleys and the moon is rising red.

The ghost kings are marching down the ages' dusty maze;
The unseen feet are tramping through the moonlight's pallid haze,
Down the hollow clanging stairways of a million yesterdays.

The ghost kings are marching, where the vague moon-vapor creeps,
While the night-wind to their coming, like a thund'rous herald sweeps;
They are clad in ancient grandeur, but the world, unheeding, sleeps.