HIGHLANDER LIMERICK There once was a man named MacLeod Who when fighting was terribly loud. He would chop off the head And the Immie'd be dead Of this feat, he was usually proud. There once was a Really Old Guy Though ancient, he was very spry. While avoiding most fights, Drinking malty delights, "Unthinkable!" was his usual cry. There once was a red-head named Richie Whose girlfriends were sometimes quite bitchy. In a battle with Mac Lost his head with a whack His sword hand is no longer twitchy. There once was a lady named Tess Mac's perfect match, I confess. When a street kid named Mark Took her life in the dark, Mac's outlook on life was a mess. There once was a lady most devious Who in crime became very ingenious. Amanda's her name; Theft's her claim to fame. Her interest in Mac is quite serious. There once was a Watcher named Joe, Everything about Mac he did know. A jazz bar he ran, An incredible man. Loyalty and trust his M.O. (That's Latin..........Modus Operandi, or Mode of Operation, BTW!) ~Karen H~ FROM BOYHOOD TO MAN       A boy stands amongst ruins in Italy. Being an adolescent, he is bored and unimpressed, Wishing he could play soccer instead. Years go by and as an adult, He yearns to go back there. Wanting to visit those he's known in his youth. He stands in awe and wonder, At the sight of the Vatican. Feeling the spirituality of this place. Thinking of loved-ones, who have past on, And the special love, He'll always have for them. Sharing a meal and making toasts together, With family, he hasn't seen in years. Feeling blessed and fulfilled. Cherishing, these special moments. With those he's known, From boyhood to man. ~D.R.~

ECHO OF WARMTH The quiet power of his magnetism, speaks volumes. When he walks into a room, You can 'Feel', his presence. Yet, from my observance, there's a 'little boy' quality about him, That not only shines through, It's very appealing!. Superficially, he's an extremely attractive, man. Though, (imho), is humble about it. I've had the opportunity, to work for him as a volunteer, (Peace Table ), at a con. He truly appreciates, All of your hard work. While answering his question, I look him in the eyes and see, genuine kindness. Leaving, an echo of warmth, In my heart. ~D.R.~ For a Mortal Lover Grow old wi' me, ye ask of me Nay, tha' I canna do Tho' I have held none so dearly And never one so true I canna gie ye bairns To bounce upon your knee If bairns are what ye pine for, Choose another man than me I canna take ye back to home To meet my mither and my kin That is all behind me They no longer call me friend I'll not ever be the old man With shawl upon his knee Before the fire burning low As I nod off to sleep Nay, love, I'm nae dying Wipe yer tears away We'll talk no more of darkness We've forever and a day ~India~

IMMORTALITY What must it be like? Do the days and years trickle by like drops of rain or speed by like a raging river? Do the little nuances of life become ordinary? Does the song of the first birds of spring still warm your heart? As the world around you changes do are the things you see new or simply ideas reborn? Do you see yourself as a witness to the past a keeper of history or a lost relic roaming the world? Do you treasure those memories or wish that you could forget? All the women you have seen those you've touched and left your mark. Does love still find your heart? Can you feel the pain of loss or is it dulled by so much of it? Is immortality a gift or curse? If you had a choice would you live these lives or give it all up and live the one mortal life you started with? Tell me what it is like to live on seeing the same reflection as the rest of the world dies and is reborn. I can only wonder what it must be like. ~Elise~

New Immortal You look at me Searching, wondering Not daring to ask But you need to know I am like you That much you understand But not the rest There is much more You feel me In you, around you Remember this feeling It is how we know each other I remember my First moment And the one who found me He taught me well We will learn together, you and I Of Immortals' ways Of swords and honor, holy ground As we pass the endless days ~India~

Tessa, my love...... Alone.........I feel so alone. A life that stretches out endlessly before me Has somehow lost its shine. Immortality.....so appealing to those whose lies are finite, Yet so empty to me without my one true love...... Tessa........my darling Tessa...... A brilliant flame snuffed out too quickly, A life cut short so needlessly....... Your voice calls out to me from the shadowland of my dreams Where I feel the tenderness of your touch, I hear the joy in remembered laughter, I see the sparkle in your beautiful eyes, I taste your sweet lips pressed to mine. Tessa.....I miss you. Tessa....I treasure your memory! Tessa....I will love you always!

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