The Pulling of the Tide
by Jennifer L. Charron

A very cold
Summer night
Has brought me
To the edge
Of the sea shore
Where the smell
Of the sea it self
And the salt
From within
Has caught into my
Tangle hair
The tide is moving
And drawing me
Slowly into it.

Paths
by Eirias of the Night Trekker's Guild

For those of us who dare to dream,
for those of us who strive,
for those who fight against the odds,
for those who do or die.

When the dark comes rising,
when the chill wind begins to blow,
A cross road appears in the night,
and we alone will know.

To choose the path that leads to glory,
to choose the path that leads to fame,
to choose the path which follows love,
to choose the path which seeks your name.

You alone can choose your future,
you alone can walk the chosen path,
to follow faith and destiny,
or challenge fate and face heaven's wrath.

The paths we follow lead to who we are,
the obstacles we overcome determine our strength,
Walking the sword edge or living safely,
determine life's breadth and length.

The choices are yours alone to make,
through joyfulness or hardship,
But always know you have your life,
and always have our friendship.