Wiley Tuchuk

wiley Tuchuk once
a Turian fleeced
with his quivas sharp
and his axles greased

a "silver's" sport
upon the plains
money to loose
money to gain

a game of chance
a tospit feat
a spearing lance
a slave's white teeth

but in his pride
Turian took the wager
and checked not before
the silver's flavor

a bit? a tarsk? a tarn?
to savor
for a tos's pit
upon a saber

and when his girl
dissolved in tears
and the Tuchuk's girl
showed no fear

towards the Tuchuk
a silver tarsk was tossed
when it was clear
the Turian lost

ah...said Tuchuk
toss a tarn instead
twas not a tarsk bet
in my head
but a silver tarn
you see...said he
you should check your bets
when you wager with me.

submitted by ~mickie~D
property of Daniel

Night falls… by mierin

The sky grows dark
the wind begins to blow
the mind grows clouded
emotions begin to show.

The sky cracks live with lightning
As thunder fills my ears
The day seems to hide
All the forgotten fears.

And as the rain begins to fall
The water comes in driving sheets
We seem to face the day
With only faint heart beats.

Closing our eyes
To the torrent unfolding before us
The day seems so weak
So bereft of lust.

And as night falls
The bitter chill does enter in
No sound at all
Seems to rise above the din.

The way things were
Can no longer be
What we wish simply
We will never see.

The dina… by mierin

Petals curved
and lifted high
Narrowly stalked
Fragrance adrift in the sky.

Delicate embrace
With mother earth
Picked and arranged
On many a hearth.

Bound with a narrow
Strip of ribbon
Or simply poses
On a counter in a kitchen.

One may trim and bend
And press and turn
And in time
The girl does learn.

But as the earth
once held it fast
If you break the stem
The beauty will quickly pass.

A slaves clothes…… by mierin

Would you bind her
And hold her
Or simply shape her
And mold her?

What would she wear
Would you strip her bare
Would you dress her in silks
Or is she left with only her hair?

Would chains slip round her
And wrap her tight
Or does she wear the moonlight
Beautifully in the night?

Do you leave her body bare
Or does she wear a mark
Standing out so bold
On a thigh so stark?

Does she wear the day
As if it beholds a light
Or does she slip through daydreams
As if she were born of the night?

Does she wear cloth rags
Better than most common ilk
Or does she wear her hair
Like a robe of fancy silk?

Do the bells tinkle
As her backside does wiggle
Or do they only sing
When you make her body wriggle?

Is her flesh quite bare
Except for a rosy blush
That quickly appears
At your slightest touch?

Perhaps it is so simple
Your slave dressed as you wish
Served up to your liking
Like a dessert in a dish.

Think your self Free by raine{DBx}

In Your Ivory Tower,
Turning Your heart to Ice..
Think your Self Free?
Able To do As You Please...

Female, in your High Caste,
Firmly holding Pined Up Hair..
Think Your Self Free?
Controller of Your Own Dreams...

Yes Woman, Affix thy seventh Veil
Freeze Your Heart..
Pin Your Hair..
Tighten Even Your Slippers on your Fine feet.

In Your Ivory Tower,
Behind Your Guilded Cage..
In the Shadow Of Your Caste Color.

Know that...
You are not Truly free.
Not true Owner Of Your Destiny.
Never Do Only as You Please.
You Can not Even Control Your Dreams.

A man holds the Key,
is Keeper of Your Destiny..
Has the Key to your Guilded Cage,
Be the Collar On or Off Your Neck.

Do Not taunt His Good Will
Do not Show Your Beauty
Use Caution in showing the Warmth of Your soul...

Few are the Exception to this
Much Do they Give Up.
Just to Think Themselves, a little more free.

by Donar Bloodaxe's raine