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XENA AND ALL OTHER CHARACTERS, AND THIS POEM, BELONG TO MCA/UNIVERSAL/RENASANCE PICTURES. I'M SURE THEY WON'T MIND IF I USE THEM FOR THIS POEM. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT WAS MEANT IN THE WRITING OF THIS FANFIC STORY
AND NOW, I GIVE YOU....
By Jessica Caldwell
|Illusia is music, a world built on ryme.|
It's carved out of space, in the absense of time.
You've tasted how evil and good consist.
The bitter and sweet of it!
|All in the lips that you've kissed.|
|Lion and bull.|
Eagle and snake.
To live or die, that's a choice you gotta make.
Can you undo what you create?
Step through the wheel.
Follow your fate.
|The fates have their fix on you.|
We can play tricks on you.
We deal in truths,
you're too troubled to face.
Gamble the worth of you,
and the rebirth of you.
Don't turn away.
Don't set your fate.
What's still unwritten, you can erase.
|Your villianous infamy tortured your soul.|
Decent into evil must levee its toll.
The darkness that rots you has brought you to this.
|These are all serenities.|
Suffer sweet misery.
Sin seeks, its cursed abyss!
|Oh Xena, with death,|
there is always rebirth.
|Come see with a vision,|
denied you on Earth.
|Illusia is waiting,|
we'll show you the way.
But all consquenses are your own creation,
and there's a price you must pay.
|Repeat of what they sang the last time.|
*They sing it again, and then Xena stops the wheel*
- - In memory to Callisto, for her unusal and unknown skills.*