30. In The Annals of Memory
Duchess Iris, your words cut like a knife,
But your memory seems clouded, as sharp as a fife.
You say, "You left me," in tones so unfair,
Yet, my presence remained, in this land so rare.
Luminairea, the place where I did abide,
A realm where our destinies once did coincide.
My mother, your servant, cast aside like a wraith,
Her dignity stripped, in the shadow of your faith.
I sent pleas, I sent letters, to your noble grace,
Begging for your help in that forsaken place.
Yet, I received silence, no response from your hand,
A heart turned to stone, in this desolate land.
Your accusation, a wound, deep and severe,
For in Luminairea's shadows, I held you dear.
Our bond may be shattered, our hearts torn apart,
But remember, Duchess, you've played your own part.
You accuse me of leaving, but I've always stayed,
In the shadows of Luminairea, where memories fade.
You've hurt me, as well, with your silence so cold,
In this tale of heartbreak, both our stories are told.
The sounds of the waterfalls, a haunting refrain,
Echo through time, like an unbroken chain.
That night by the grass, 'neath the star-studded skies,
I moaned your name softly, lost in your eyes.
On a blanket, we lay, amidst nature's embrace,
In that moment, I knew, our love found its place.
But now, it's time to part, to bid our adieu,
I can't speak to someone whose heart is so askew.
Farewell, Duchess Iris, remember this truth,
I loved you deeply, in the days of our youth.
Though our paths now diverge, our love's flame may fade,
In the annals of memory, our love will be laid.
Sincerely,
Nyx.
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