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Poetry News Post #949

Our Embrace

Written by: High Prince of Ulangi, Lord Nightshadow Thalion-Ryokus, il Phoebus Dio
Date: Wednesday, June 9th, 2004
Addressed to: Cherub Reborn, Aren Scenve'na-Ryokus

Be a moth, my dear, circling my open flame
In obvious danger of its appeal.
How your lips must burn with the fire of mine,
bathing in the nimbus of our glory.

Only the sun can love you like I do:

Burning, encompassing, perpetual.


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Haernos, in the year 130 MA.

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