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Struck deaf, I must be! Tho, this silence, be not sweet! Beautiful, is thy verse! Then right, was I, thou are a Painter of Word.....Lucky, be he, for whom, thy did intend!It seems, my words, to thee, lose favour. Thy shall never lose favour with this humble soul.Again, have thy, given my pen life! By your command, I did venture into thy soul's tumult. Lance, at the ready, for Dragon's and Windmills alike. Complete, would be my charge, my life, were I to fell thy vexation.With no wish, to offend, once more, into the breach, go I.For thee:Returned, comes word, on 'skirts of town.Lies villain, rogue and thief.Yet, known, are they, to we, that Love,Frustration, Anguish, Grief!Evicted from, the village, next,A dwelling, do they seek.Tho, this day, thy heart, is heavyLet not, thy soul, be meek.My Lady, is a gracious hostLong known, acrost the land'tis why, it comes, as no surpriseSoon, fore thy door, they'll stand.Their dire quest? To, prolong their stay.On weakness, do they feed.Thus, gird thyself! Thy, inner strength,Most surely, will thy need.Whence, in thy parlor, dost they rest,Bid thee, remain alert!Then, once, thy pay them, due respect, Thy will, thee should, assert.Into thy mind, into thy heartInevitable was their visit.Soon, comes the time, for thee to choose,They stay or go, which is it?For, thou art, truly radiantSuch beauty, vogue and charmWaste not, more sweet time, than thee mustPray I, to thee, no harm.Thence, cleanse thyself, mind soul and hearth.Say I, of this, take stock.Thy bitter herbs, "I" shall consumeMy Love! I am, thy 'rock'!
That's really beautiful. :)
Here today, here tomorrow: Frustration, Anguish, Sorrow. They feed on weakness? They feed off Truth. And Weakness feeds as well, forsooth. And Strength does, too, And Joy and Fear; As truth is abundant Noone starves here.
That was so DYNAMITE!
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