There, there, fragile child.
Do not fret.
Paradise smiles upon the greatest threat.

Breathe easy, ride on, tread slow in light song.

Eagles sway and they soar, yes the lions they roar.
No more of the hollows shading one's true night.

As a King for one throne, hath befriended a Queen.
When the trumpets sound off, let the deities bring.

By breath of one's kiss, ride deep for the sanctum.
So sacred, so blessed, may it be the only home tatum.

More life in the veil, thus it's here that you plead.
So as it is, how ever could this be?

What an obligation, thus brings us no reason.
Just you who is pleased.

Hath you prayed in the dark.
Hath you prayed in the night.

There, there, my beloved.
You true love is rite.



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