Selm
Had I written this between us
I would have seen your face
A glimpse of what I trust
Is the last thing I will place
Beloved, traitor, lover, kin
What dance is yours and mine?
Would it have been so much a sin
To forget the reasons why?
Blue eyes, ours, both encharmed
By the old blood within our veins
Your steel cold -- my heart warm
I still dare not speak your name
For you, I shall die well
For me, you will taste this hell.
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Benedict
My tongue, profane, bitten chaste
For I would not have all speak free
Of your intentions -- words said in haste
Because I feared me more than thee
Was I a child? Yea, I asked this
Was I being dumb? Yea, I believed
But things questioned and dismissed
Kept returning in spite of creed
I remembered too little and too much
Of there being no light to regret
Candle-pale, these memories burned as such
Against a darkness that did not forget
So, dead now, I will say this:
I would level Amber for your kiss.
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