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“I don’t know why I stick my head into things, I just end up getting stuck!”

 

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When will I find it?

No really - when will it come to me?

Has it buried itself? Deep inside some pit?

Do they have legs that run away and flee?

 

-=-=-

 

I do not understand. . .

I have mined, mined and mined in that den. . .

What will it take to find this coveted gem?

. . . What I would do to see that crystal shine again. . .

 

-=-=-

 

It's my fault. It HAS to be!

Have I misplaced it? Hidden in some chest?

Why else would that shimmering light not be seen?

Useless. . . no matter how hard I try or do my best.

 

-=-=-

 

Could it be stolen? Vanished in elusory?

Is it something so bright that my eyes can’t bear to see?

Placed away in a high place like a tree?
Glowing so bright that the sun blocked its shine from me. .

 

-=-=-

 

BUT I NEED IT! Oh do I need it so. . .

Why must my diamond be stripped!

It has become an obsession, no - my greatest foe!

Is this venture worth the tempting dip?

 

-=-=-

 

Do I need it though?

Wait. . . is this something that I can forgo?

No, this can’t be right. Hold on - oh. . .

I realize. . . Is losing my gem the only way I grow?

 

-=-=-

 

No! I refuse. That can’t be right!

This isn’t over, this is not the end!
I have never given up, not without words or a fight!

Only question is. . . This fight. . . will stop. . . when?

 

~-=-=-~

 

[!] Copies of the poem would find itself spread throughout the Kingdoms, but a personal copy of the poem would be sent to one person in particular as it was tied around a ring box.

 

“To Ioanna”

 

 


 

 

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You have awakened the poet. . .

ALL GOOD FUN THO!!!

THIS IS A RESPONSE TO @MunaZaldrizoti‘s post!

GO CHECK IT OUT ITS REALLY WELL WRITTEN!

THE TIME COMES - Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska - The Lord Of The Craft

 

 


 

 


 

 

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His Excellency, LEONID MARCO D’ARKENT KORTREVICH,

Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska, Patron of All Art, Master of Art,

Archivist of Koravia, Knight of The Order of The Crow, 

“Orcbani”, “The Poet Marshal”,  War Poet.

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26 minutes ago, crazedpudding said:

Irena Kortrevich really hopes her eternally sad, mopey, and single cousin will get his act together.

 

Amaya agrees wholeheartedly, murmuring a prayer for the heartbroken poet.

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Within her residence, Ioanna looked over the poem-bearing parchment and its accompanying box. Her previous dream still haunted her, in conflict with her desires for a family after such a lengthy time alone. For now, the Lord Marshal received no reply.

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