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DIVINITY


 

 

 

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For my son, Andrei Sigismund.


 

Oh, how silence breathes,
And how the gentle snow falls.
Oh, how fair moonlight breaches,
Through each and every wall.

 

Watch as mist rolls across,
The sweetest smelling blooms.
And peek beneath the swaying stalks,
To find what cannot be easily viewed.

 

Oh, how the beauty blinds,
And how Man tears through the earth.
Oh, how the songbird cries,
As we tread past divinity’s birth.

 

Time slips through fingers,
And worlds turn to dust.
But may the divine always remain,
To grace the moments of forever.

 

Oh, my dearest love,
How our world has changed.
Oh, can you tell me if this is the closest,
I will ever be to divinity?

 

Together we have stood,
And together we will fall.
But look at what we have created,
Look at what we have made.

 

Oh, look at this blessing,
Nestled close and safe.
Oh, look how this tiny babe,
Is rippling through our lives.

 

See the world, my darling son,
How it flickers and dances.
The beauty which surrounds you,
And the strength buried deep within.

 

Oh, how silence breathes,
And how the gentle snow falls.
Oh, how fair moonlight breaches,
Through each and every wall.

 

Sweetest and fairest son,
May you ever only know joy.
May the wind always aid you,
And the world rejoice with your birth.

 

SIGNED,

 

Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya

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Barbara Morovar read over the final draft of the poem within the comforts of Ghaestenwald, commending her cousin-in-law on her literary skills!

 

"You ought to sell these as gifts for loved ones, in future. You could make a damn good fortune!" The woman would hum towards the Princess.

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Jakob smiles reading over the paper over and over until the sun falls beyond the horizon and a pale moon rises. Folding it up eventually deep in the night as his son once more decides to require attention. And so he holds his son until he joins his wife in bed. "Vy truly wrote a masterpiece dear." He whispers to Klara, eventually falling asleep next to her.

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