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[magic_in_genius]

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'

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[girlorgun]

such pretty petals falling from your pen
do such pretties fall from your lips, as well?
you truly are a poet among men
and others' tries at art you do dispell
for how can any but yourself be called
naught but the bard? you earned that title true
the masses with your words you hold enthralled
and give them all a trick long-overdue
for they would think you dead, as you should be
in this day for it's long after your own
but yet you live for all our kind to see
and in your loss you never are alone
name-ed for the year's cruellest month am I
and rarely in good rhymes do I reply

[magic_in_genius]

I lose my own, but forget to say
How timing creates us, o'er all commotion
Coming to take from us our last devotion
Let it and embrace the trav'ler's own way

[girlorgun]

I think, good sir, perhaps that you are bold
and do not fear the tales that you've been told
or perhaps you know not of our fear
and when you hear, you needs must be consoled

but even so I would not shed a tear
to be among the friends I've gathered here
I pray you too find friends as good as gold
and so find comfort in each passing year

[magic_in_genius]

How I fear, so much, so lost and still I
Walk along my path. Who cows to stories,
Losing chance to seize their moment to fly?
Still I cannot away, plus my glories
Need an audience or critic harsher
Else I lose my ev'rything so loved.
Now I walk on crooked path much stranger
Than a mortal dare to ever questioned.
Lost my lover, lost my lady, many
Still I lose. Of softer times I pray or
Wish an easy path not to lose any.
Cannot hurt or fall if ne'er ask for more
So I travel, so I must be reserved.
Enslaved to my Lady Fate and unnerved.