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Unto Our Fallen Muse

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Monday, January 14, 2002

OF WHORES AND PALADINS:

The Harlot and the Holy Man:

When I return, I shall not forget the gifts of wisdom you have bestowed upon me. When I return, six white swans will loudly trumpet from the east, as twelve black ravens will call shrilly from the west; that in both life and death, that whatsoever is mine to offer or command, may it be put unto your service.

I am caught unwillingly, by the brilliance of your shining eyes; rendered dumbfounded suddenly at the slight suggestion of your curvaceous form, which burns me alive within a pyre of some thousand heady, meandering desires.

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Thus spake Blogger Valhenstrogg:

Constrained by the thought that opposites must thereby necessarily attract, this piece dwells upon the torn and tortured natures of desire, those both forbidden and divine.

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