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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Let your rays bathe me,

And cleanse me of this life,

And yet you cannot touch me,

Nor my children, my lover or my wife.

A world apart from you,

Confined in walls of oak,

As full of life that too

Was of the quality and grace they spoke.

A life-time’s family,

Eyes wet with storms of tears,

Trail slowly past to see

The designer face I had to wear.

They soaked me with their rains,

To taint with their lies,

Scripted falsehoods and betrayals,

And sent me with wings on high.

Wash me in your light,

And strip me of this halo,

Through stone and earth and dirt,

That, disturbed, marks my passage below.

My bread and my wine,

To be taken by those

New children of Oberon,

Spread life where’er my body goes.

While they feast my words,

Squandering all they had,

That in head and heart was heard,

Now taken in their deal with Queen Mab.

My belovéd sun,

In sheer blue cloudless skies,

In parting as His own son,

Submit to you that expose the lies.

Let your rays bathe my grave,

And show me as I am,

And wipe their eyes

With your glory.

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