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So, there isn't muchto say about me I wouldn't rather just let friends discover through conversation. The only thing that's important, really, that I make any note of, is...Cassie.Cassandra. My lady. The love of my life. That's all there really is to say. Trying to describe my feelings for her would be trying to describe the warmth of a fire on a cold winter's night. The chill of ice water in a desert. The air filling my lungs. The vastness of the universe. The one thing which keeps me alive in this world.
A poem, on Importance.
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So soft, the fall. So cacophonous, the fall of a man, yet the fall of an empire? Merely a parenthetical whisper, dangling at the edges of perception.
Yet the proposed fall of a single woman should stir me to rage and mutiny yet unseen in my personage.
A hand so eager to reach the razor's handle, the tip aimed, not at my own flesh, but that of mine enemy.
That one woman, somehow so important.
More important than the empire.
More important than the penstroke.
More important than the clockstroke.
More important than the morning bell.
Indeed, the only remaining source to ring my mourning bell.
So, with the fall of the empire.
The cessation of the penstroke.
The ominous ring of the clockstroke.
And the silence of the morning bell.
The ringing of the mourning bell.
I stand, ready to rush across time and space both, if need be.
To defend this one, singular woman.
She is more important than the empire.
And I love her.
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