And a few lines from myself:
Marinds little poem[/b]
Once there was but many girls,
A young lady with her twirls,
To lead a story quite solid,
The ladies name there was Marind.
A carnival grown round her round,
To twist her mind with evil sound.
Finally then she changed her mood,
because of the small and wooden cube.
Liquid shadows move around,
In her dreams they even found,
her walking through the md land,
seeking out – a helping’ hand.
Now´s you turn to help that maid,
To uncurse her unknown fate.
Play the game and you will know,
What the future´s going to show.