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To my Muse: Once Unsung
Written by: Squire Castilian
Date: Sunday, March 24th, 2024
Addressed to: Everyone
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Even before
You shined bright as the stars
Your light was the brightest
Shining through your pale scars
Scars that tell tales
Of a you I do not yet know
Scars that whisper secrets
Of a you you've chosen to not to show
Yet even if she's cloaked
Nestled and hidden away
I hope that I'll meet her
And learn her true name
For its her that made you
The origin
The beginning
The person that made you
This woman
That's winning..
..A heart aflutter
Each time that we meet
These hands that ache
Eager to reach
Enfold you in a hug
And offer you ease
When I see that you struggle
And quake at the knees
The battlefield's harsh
It's cruel and it's wild
Together, however
We'll crush it with smiles
Together we'll raise swords
And fight for our nation
Together we'll fight heathens
And curb their population
Even at home
Away from the fight
I'll be your ally
Guarding you in the darkest night
Or maybe we'll write poems
Or tend some designs
You'll share your thoughts with me
And I'll happily share mine
Yet no matter how eager
This young heart may be
Wisdom heeds me wait
Wait and then see
For when life is different
For when we are grown
For when we are Knighted
For when this love can be shown
I'll take your hand
Take in mine
And tell you my feelings
All in due time
I've known since day one
In a fateful meeting of hearts
Since you scowled and you wondered
Who is this crazy lark?
A fool
Young, true
And a little bit brash
A fool
For a fair maiden
An Imp Duamvi lass
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Penned by my hand on Closday, the 5th of Ios, in the year 3 AC.