 A thirst for blood which none shall quench but you; queen of the horses The fatal folly to which befell the great king; an insatiable need fulfilled by your iron His head resting in the skin; drowning in the misstep of life In his eyes, I witnessed a kingdom crumble through the agony And though it may have been a victory for your people; revenge is not saccharine on your lips Pieces of a broken man cannot amend the loss of your boy; of your gallant champion But you can ride strong and true in knowing no more of your blood will meet dirt today We are all your sons and daughters; and you our brave heroine No knees must bend to you; for you sit atop a throne of triumph Hold a place in your heart dear mother Nothing will undue the torment or the sorrow; but it will not define our nature With you as our beacon; no void will grow in these plains An endless legacy was born from the blood The world will remember you in the beauty of strength and brave conviction From the laurels of defeat; grows glory of unmatched love The palace lies within your voice; and our spirit
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 O Joturna, I call out to you; this perilous search can no longer endure! We desire the gods but none more than you Not for your beauty; nor the kindness of your grace I yearn for sweet relief of waters to which you shelter But I know that without your hand; your touch Relief is not to be Through the blessing you allow; I shall be reborn And indebted to the pool beneath your feet Shed your tears so that my own will not contribute Your well is burdened enough; as is your heart I shall bathe in the sorrow and become something more Know that our swords are weak without first blessed in your well Like the wings of your helm; your passion shall carry Take us deeper below; to the cool dark comfort Allow me to have a taste To become your champion, lovely Naiad Nymph of the fountains An abrupt rush of movement in a still place Created from an unexpected source What should have been cold, frozen; was anything but It was a raging river born out of beryl glaciers Unrelenting; overflowing I could do nothing to stop the unforeseen surge It overtook me; absolute A part of me yearned to reach out for shore; to stop the rapid velocity But I was helpless; drawn further into the icy currents How could such a wintry sight ignite such a fire inside of me? It was only then; mind deep below the surface would I understand Those beacons of frigid ice were not the bearers of the chill That truth lay somewhere within my own I was not drowning in the river; I had been sunk long ago The azure rocks were my salvation; a second chance to feel the flame A wave of a hand matches the power of the turbulent water A wave of anticipation and the need to be taken further away By the river of fire; eyes shaped of ice |
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