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Journey Through Scrolls
Once upon an endless dream,
I will travel far away
Holding parchment in my hand
Back in time through sea and land
To forgotten yesterday
Once upon an endless dream
Ancient parchment holds its tales,
Tales of conquest greed and pain --
Distant shadows of the past.
But I read them and, at last,
They would be alive again --
Hidden secrets, ancient tales.
Tales of friendship, tales of love,
Tales of ancient gods and kings,
Tales of courage, passion, fears,
Countless battles, smiles and tears,
And the gift that life can bring,
Precious as the stars above.
Every sentence, every word
Hides the memories within:
First unsure silent night,
Flames of campfire shining bright,
Gaze of steel as sharp as sword;
Scenes for two, untold, unseen.
Sparkling joy in sea-blue eyes,
Soft as rain, but metal-hard,
Choice of love, uneasy choice;
Stories, legends, quiet voice;
Both, warrior and bard,
Watching orange sunset skies.
Meeting empty painful look,
Knowing that grief had won;
Magic songs of magic place;
Gentle smile on dear face,
After guilt and hate were gone;
Holding ancient wisdom book.
Scream for help and endless fall;
Day of fishing, laughter, eel;
Warmth of fire during rain,
Shared feelings, problems, pain --
All transferred by busy quill
To the letters on a scroll.
Ancient legends, Xena Scrolls,
They were written long ago;
Don't search for them, you'll fail,
But they are real, every tale.
They exist in hearts and souls,
That's the safest place we know.