Poor Maria Tilovashini Have I told you her story Sweet young lady, a tragic beauty Born for greatness, but deranged by poverty nisa - Content-type: text/plain Thu Jul 8 14:21:12 EST 1999 She came from a hard off land Never could rest, always must stand Days were long, filled with chores Night was longer, rooms with no doors. Matte - Wednesday, July 14, 1999 at 09:34:46 (PDT) There never was any lack of suitors But sadly they preferred the stepsisters For what was beauty without money? Harsh fact of life, sigh, reality nisa - Sunday, July 18, 1999 at 18:10:30 (PDT) Is it true?", she said, that the sun only shines at day? Not at night instead, when the the light be needed may? Martin - Thursday, August 19, 1999 at 06:19:50 (PDT) At three, as she recounted, she had been reprimanded for her thieving taffy fingers, But the burden was mis-weighted; she had wrongly been hated For her the glib, calculated schemes of her sister Kean - Wednesday, October 06, 1999 at 05:51:03 (PDT) Poverty forced her to eat a lot of rice with just a touch of spice what than had to last at least another painful day jurgen - Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 05:31:52 (PDT) Until she heard of far-off Camadee in whispered words, and gestures grand tales were told of an enchanted land that lay... behind the moon? beneath the sea? Patrick - Thursday, June 29, 2000 at 17:53:27 (PDT) then she got married and lived happily ever after. timmy - Thursday, September 07, 2000 at 09:21:56 (PDT) "then she got married and lived happily ever after." said timmy in jest on a Thursday in September. It was said in sarcasm, just a means to be funny. But in truth, she didn't marry, this Tilovashini. ed - Tuesday, November 21, 2000 at 23:02:53 (PST) Her heart in dismay She sang forlornly by day And whispered enchantments at dusk For her thoughts turned to swoon When the Scorpio moon Shed its fell light upon her. And from this night All dreams subside Of finding the lost love she once had known So through the woods Of darksome oaks She lost herself in hopeless solitude Adymiron - Saturday, December 09, 2000 at 20:42:18 (PST) She still stalks the land you can hear her at night calling and howling low screams and frights undead soul still searching for ancient Camadee but the hunt is in vain poor Maria Tilovashini danstrack jones - Saturday, April 20, 2002 at 11:06:53 (PDT) This site is archived and is no longer accepting additions.