A list of things scrawl the page

To the Dragon Rider, who roars through the mighty halls of mankind, and to the smirk he casts upon the pillars that hide the horizon from his lessers.

To the Lioness, languishing among her cubs, and to the majesty and mischief in her ever watchful gaze.

To the Firey One, as unquestionable as the flicker of a candle, and as fierce as a blaze rolling across the woodlands.

To the Dutiful Muse, whose strong heart rings outward with the clarifying laughter of her namesake, and to the inspiration she brings all in her life.

To the Son of Iron, who engenders pride so easily, and to the resounding din of wittiness in a voice so gentle.

To the Valkyrie, the dauntless warrioress, and to the many examples she sets for all those who would embrace what is precious to them.

To the Luminary, to the eloquence of his truth, and to the first glimmer of moonlight shining on his knives.

To the Meadow's Lady, the gentle voice that speaks of kinship with the earth and the life therein, and to the honesty she demands.

To the Evening Breeze, to whispers of deep loyalty and abiding affection, and to his subtle determination in expressing both.

To the Trump Card, to the wisdom he brings from his many journeys, and to the calm certainty he projects in his joy.

To the Sun Ray, who seldom differentiates between honesty and kindness, and to her unparalleled crafting of delights.

To the Enshaden Artist, as sure and certain as the encroaching night, and to a teacher with many skills, who employs both respect and irreverence in their teaching.

To the Seven Layered Treat, to a spirit so rich it lights up a room, and a wit so vibrant that it cannot be distilled to one kind of awesome.

To the Sharp Eyes, to a smirk that could be loving or wicked, and to claws that make their prey wriggle.

To the Gleeful Dreamer, whose laughter reverberates from Pirate Ships cast into the ether of the sleeping, and to her strong embraces that revitalize the soul.

To the Doom catcher , bold and jovial and utterly irreverent, and to the creativity and talent of an unleashed primal.

To the Feisty Bitey, a delectable harmony of bubbly and dark, and to the worthiness of a life meant to pursue feeling alive.

To the Gallant Bear, with arms unfurled in welcome, to lazily gazing eyes that foretell of pleasures to come.

To the Fawn, graceful and surreal, to all those that find joy in the form of their beloved by firelight.

To that Sassy Thing, whose stories are never received in silence, to the freedom to laugh or scream with those you call family.

And to the Vagabond Gormet, a culinary savant speeding toward the horizon, to the inevitable promises just over the next rise.

Been through the wringer a couple times, and because of that, I came out callous and cruel...And my two closest friends know this very well because they went through it too. The three of us were initiates, Because of that we had to learn how to deal, and when we spotted a second chance

I left town with a dime to my name said "I'm done with all of my fake friends Self-righteous pawns in a losing game." I remember hearing the words "Aren't you tired of always being mad at the world? Won't you just admit you don't care?" And i couldn't resist the comment spewing forth from my lips.."We get along for the most part, me and reality, the light in the dark. We live alone, in two different worlds, Me in a fantasy, you and your memories.."

I suppose I should regret that after leaving hastily last I was here, but I don't....