Chapter 259: The Lyrics of the Song

The ball of light, a sure delight

Mesmerizing to the sense of sight

Quite powerful, the source of plight

A considerable amount of respect 

It is only polite

But to flee an immeasurable fright

Is tantamount to the feeling of contrite

The courage it needs in order to write

Is the orb that matters, all things in spite

Was it the power within?

Cradled in the innermost belief

Of someone's vision in brief?

That needs nothing but unavoidable grief?

Chivalry, what a foreign word to hear!

To look at the condition of men

A glorious state, it seems

No orb can fully believe

The invisible resolve to peek

Such a famous rhyme to use

To gather every poem it choose

Not to elucidate, nor to decipher the clue

A flame, a glorious orb to cope

A weapon and a state of mind

A pitiful condition defined

To live in the midst of lies

Oh, how tragic the truth it was!

Orbs. Flame. Fire.

Insufferable kind.

A double edged sword.

Redefined.

It is only fitting to embrace

The mystery that reality collects

A copy, an imitation of grace

Within the light comes the unaligned

Good intentions and the like

A misinterpretation of rhyme

The body of the soul

The words used to effectively elope

The anger of the soul, the spiteful cold

The lyrics of the song, lovingly prolonged

It must be what it is

The flame of desire

Keeping the light

Peering through the cracks

A delight. A duty.

A solemn promise to keep

The orbs of both side

The substance, it was alive

And nothing else matters

That shall embrace 

what is seemingly right.

The lyrics of the rhyme

A mystery, a song

The most exciting form

A fire within

The depths of the soul

Still a beautiful work

I, Ezra Dunster, has personally seen

The future that is bleak

What things may seem

Like an innocent dream

The Last Words of the Good Ezra

(Historicity Disputed)

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