to the respite. There I recline into the dreamscape. Whither, I know not, nay, less how, but I seek you. Yours are a tumult and mayhap a truth. Mine are my dominance, as I am never thwarted whence I alight. I abandone mine to stand astride your path of fears. Mine will awaite my resurgence there.....The beginneth 'o my eve is the nigh of thine, I shall come to you. Ye shall possess my guarded pauldron to alight the visage I so value thereupon. My shield a revetment, my sword free to sojourn. Heart captured and soul driven.
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