About Myself

Name: Nyla
Age: Fifteen
DOB: July 21, 1990
Horoscope: Cancer
Height: 5'2"
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Black, brown, orange

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Poem: Wikipedia
Layout: Royal Iris D.
Downloaded at DDG

The Layout: Serene Masque

September 13th, 2005 //
This layout features an aboslutely beautiful Masquerade Masque created by Donia. At first I tried to create another dark-toned layout with this masque image. It didn't turn out too pretty ^^; So I tried being more colourful. In my first attempt to design a colour layout in a very long time, I think I did well.

All in all, this layout took maybe about... 3-4 hours to complete. Like I said, I couldn't get the right colour scheme, then the background was screwing over... then the content areas weren't the same colour tones >< Re-coding took a bit as well, I'm trying to spiff up my designs more.

Love Always,
~ Nyla

This design is a Div Layers layout, a relatively easy template to altar. Just follow the directions to install the layout that can be found below, and you shouldn't have any trouble.

Installing The Layout

1. First unzip the layout and extract all of the files into the same directory (or folder). Don't remove the image from the images folder. Move the entire folder along with the outside files.
2. Open the index.html file and edit only the links, your text, and possibly the title.
3. Once you've edited your links and content save the file and upload them all onto your server (or where ever you're hosted at). Remember to keep the images in the images folder, just like when you were downloading.

If you have any questions regaurding this layout, please contact me at delirious.affair[@]gmail.com. Only serious questions will be answered, if you're asking to change the title of the layout on the image itself, the answer is no.

The Poem: Spirits of the Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!

Written By: Edgar Allan Poe