*Sitting by the fire at The Last Stand, 'Neesa sits looking happily at a small journal. Every now and again, scratchings can be heard as she writes*

*happy sigh* Such a pretty little book I have now. Now I shall be able to write down my glorious adventures and snips of ideas.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ooc: if you see I've misspelled or forgotten your name ... please PM me so I can correct it. thanx :)

There once was a man from Faerun He had quite a very large spoon ... He thought it was neat ... To use it to eat And soon he looked a buffoon

There once was a lass from Mirabar She went on a journey quite far ... Though she met many men ... and really liked them They all ran away to the bar

The Journey

Through fire and ice, And the razor sharpness of pain, Our inner mettle is tested.

And when the new day dawns, We arise like a phoenix From the ashes that was our life.

We are weary and scarred. Our souls battered and bruised. But alive and made of steel.

We can soar with the eagles, Lighting the sky With the pure flame of hope That burns and grows within us.

With each new breath, we know Our true journey has begun.

Copyright ©2005 G. Gilsdorf used with author's permission