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Misspoken Silence Carrying unsaid regrets. Perfect Clarity

History is as it ought to be, and truth is how it is seen. Weighed upon a thousand eyes, Enigmas and clouds that cloak what things mean. The world, within its grips, hiding all the lies. Fact, or Fiction matters not, I feel this to be true. Nala, the moon that sees all, your gift upon me now, This story is just your lot, so please listen through. For the height as well as the fall, you can avow. Sibil was her name, and rightly given so, While her story ‘till now, unknown, her gift was no ploy. Her tongue divvied out the truth; no one believed her though. Her prophecies left her on their own and they brought no joy. The girl was bor

Thy sit afar with sparkling eyes of brown With hope or sorrow in their depths betrayed. Thine tresses spun like amber glittering around, Though simply clothed, a smile on lips portrayed. Oh how I long to be that chain around thine perfect throat To rest against thine flesh, so heat from lovely skin warms me. Or Bonded as thine dragon and eternally thy’d dote While lovingly defended as I kept thee safe and free. But fear and expectation keeps you out of reach Soft lips and fingers I will only yearn to touch. To Watch thine light shine bright to those whom hear thine speech And Never bask in warmth; my heart misses so much. Thy glorious w