The nobility to which I adhere,
Entraps me from the freedom of which I seek,
yet beauty shall die at the face of love,
till then shall I wait in mourning,
for this thorns to blossom forth a rose,
to which holds my key of joy…
and fear for which I seek ,
I fear i and not the beast..
the door to which I seek,
I knoweth not of its splendor..
From hence which I came,
Hence forth I shall return,
Yet within this in-between,
I shall wait for my Amaryllis,
Upon fallen wings…
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