learn to yield, rule the field
that is all I know
this ghost of metal, touch of petal
a current of the flow
time to heal, the shadow's meal
that this heart devour
wisdom shown, what is unknown
the sharpness of the flower
call to me, my soul free
this love I do contain
I can't refuse, the sultry muse
who am I to complain
and to the fight, I shall write,
the poet's boon and curse
conquer the beast, on it's heart feast
the dragon slain by verse
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