The Mantle

Share me, the wine from the royal chalice.
Sitting in the vineyard of the palace court,
Tell it to me, the tales of your love beginning and failing, the price.

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Pour for me, in the tumbler of listening, the sweet ale of folks.
Lounging on the wooden bench of the old town bar,
Tell it to me, the series of risk taken even after you have been told ‘no’ by the very one you thought once shared your adventures at heart, the yokes.

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Serve to me, on the platter of fact, the sour desserts of the nobles.
Reclining in front of the fireplace of the great mud and brick house,
Tell it to me, the truth of it all.
How legends never saw themselves as heroes but did all they did because they saw it as a life they lived. The mantles.

-IREWOLEMI-

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