The Double Nineth Festival
  
   Light mists and heavy clouds,
  melancholy the long dreary day,
      In the golden censer   
  the burning incense is dying away.
      It is again time
  for the lovely Double Nineth festival;
       The coolness of midnight
   penetraties my screen of shear silk
  and chills my pillow of jade.
  
   After drinking wine after twilight
  under the chrysanthemum hedge,
      My sleeves are perfumed
  by the faint fragance of the plants.
      Oh, I cannot say it is not enchanting,
 Only, when the west wind stirs the curtain,
      I see that I am more gracile
    than the yellow flowers.
  
    By LiQingChow
  (Click Above For Your Daily Chinese Horoscope)
  
   
 Green Ronin~Way of the Witch courtesy of Stephanie Pui-Mun Law Gallery
  
 Damage
  Damages Dream Realm© 2004