Letter To Arwen - Ii
The silver lining has taken its root off the shores,
Ithaca, known for its valour,
Its existence, a mirage to many
Swords and sitars are bravehearts' game
Whose side shall your armour fall for?
Whose sword shall your thrust be?
Mind's hearts, its sharpness
Taste till the sun shines no further;
I
Wish.
It burns to feel its thong
So sweet; its sharpness
The Eagle's velvet, gone,
Whose army shall I battle to gain?
The Eagle's velvet; authority stands.
If it be gone,
I shall roam its gain
Moon shall crawl, the sun, dance,
When the Eagle's velvet comes home.
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