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Warrior Poetess Priestess
Each tome embedded in my soul
In standing stone standing beautiful
Geometrically over my desk blessed
Anointed by a fingertip caress
Appointed to take a poetic stand
Render the whirling world into words
In an innovated philology at the command
Of a soul taken through the storms of swords
Baptizing the battlefield in blood
Cleansed with tears charged with fears
Pride relief joy sorrow comprising a flood
Across increments of minutes hours days years
Distilled into distinct ink impressed into parchments
Structured in geometric blessings over the eyes
Words plucked from the skies in magical moments
Of a beautiful mind with depths of seas heights of skies
Having heeded the call where many were called
But few were chosen having arisen ascendent
To the altar of the most sacred ceremony of it all
In the temple of old stones and runes resplendent
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