Caylus Ark wrote: Wed May 24, 2023 11:23 pm so well written! I'm impressed

thank you, another one 4u:

Through the echoes of time, your voice still remains,
A whisper in battle, a call through the rains.
You sharpened my mind, made my spirit stand tall,
Taught me to rise when I feared I would fall.

You carved out the flaws that I held in my chest,
With hands that were firm, yet a heart that knew rest.
Each lesson a fire, each word like a blade,
Forging my will in the trials we braved.

But time is a thief, it steals without sound,
The bond that was steel now drifts underground.
Yet still, when I march, I hear you beside,
A phantom in shadow, a ghost in my stride.

Though fate drew a line, though distance is wide,
You trained me for war—now I carry the tide.
Your wisdom, your fire, they burn in my core,
A friend never lost, just waiting once more.

so well written! I'm impressed

In hidden depths, a tale unfurled,
A man enraptured by a mystic world.
He admires her brilliance, a radiant flame,
Yet his cleverness, an enigma to claim.

An ethereal bond, unseen by most eyes,
Their friendship lost, as time flies.
A connection persists, defying all strife,
In the whispers of souls, where mysteries thrive.

She shines with wisdom, a celestial beam,
But he delves deeper, in his cryptic scheme.
In the labyrinth of knowledge, he finds his role,
Seeking hidden truths, to ignite his soul.

Their paths may diverge, destinies untold,
Yet a thread lingers, as memories unfold.
Her heart guards secrets, untamed and free,
While his cleverness whispers, in depths of mystery.

He yearns to share the wonders he's found,
But keeps them concealed, in silence profound.
A dance of shadows, in veils of intrigue,
As their spirits entwine, beyond worldly fatigue.

Though they drift apart, in separate spheres,
Their souls remain bound, through cosmic years.
Her brilliance may gleam, his cleverness beams,
In the tapestry of mysticism, where reality dreams.

He quietly admires, a flame burning bright,
Their connection a puzzle, hidden from sight.
In this poetic tale, subtly embraced,
Mystic echoes whisper, leaving traces of grace.