Ode to a Lady

The flesh is to the soul

as a glass to a bright flame

a faintly seen container of warmth and beauty

that can mar the beauty all the same.

I am as weak as any man

but in the darkness you are as

any goddess in the light.

beauty obvious in the night.

The Lady has more worth

than a jewel sparkling and bright

a jewel the likes of which

this world has never seen

a jewel but for a moment brief,

a day, a week, a month,

shone dazzling and bright

in the cold, dark, concealing night.

But she vanished,

and my folly clear,

no longer will I seek a light,

neither far nor near.

As I walk towards another day,

I grab my sorrow, throw it away,

never more scarred by flame burning bright,

I shine alone, by dark or light.

--Lord Rowanmantle

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