Cantamell's Chorus

My friend, my dearest Cantamell, how can you brace against the spell? Surely, she will bring you down, confessing your inverse renown! My friend, fear not for me, I pray, I walk in light throughout the day. No words can cause black doubt to bloom. Her choice is hers, ‘tis not my tomb. My friend, my dearest Cantamell, how do you hope to live and tell? If you were in love with her, if in song you were so sure? My friend, ‘tis no strange mystery, that I longed for her to be with me, but I pivot with a ready foot, once I know no love took root! My friend, my dearest Cantamell, how will you ever learn to quell, the whispers of your broken mind, if it proved itself so blind? My friend, my thoughts are human, they fail time to time. My friend, I often error, within and without rhyme. But friend, please do not weep for me, and don’t you ever doubt, that I forgot the soul of me, that I forgot my clout. Lesser hearts can quickly die, but that is not my fate, for I, rest assured that I am worth, far more than a moment of mere mirth. Lesser minds fell to her spell, but not the mind of Cantamell! 8 July 2016