Nobility
Dedicated to the inspiration of a friend.
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Burn, burn! That glow behind your eyes
And speak your tragedy; bely
That pang, regret, with sweeter words
That cut like knives and lie, for sure.

Speak, speak! Your piece, that I may find
The faults behind those yearning lies
Reveal to you, I will, my own
Born of facade, my civil tone.

Break, break! The spell you have of me
For but this instant's infancy
Give birth now, lady, to the tears
You trap behind those eyes, so dear

For, drunk or not, I've shared that pain
The alcohol but numbs the brain
It gives no pause to passion's ache
But puts more than my heart at stake

I'll speak now, of said heart's true want
In vino, veritas, I've sought
This moment for this fumbling truth
That I may, clumsy, gift to you:

Though currency the world doth fan,
Nobility lay in the heart, not in the hands.

(Apologies for drunken metre)

Soulfyriani Lokelinde, Wand'ring Bard

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Chronos, in the year 461 AF.