With measured steps of simple grace
Honor makes her way into the ball
As elusive as a snowflake
Real as cold-steel through the heart
Honor doesn't concern with machinations
Intrigues and plots cannot sully her core
She is the beacon of reason and truth
The sword severing all that is wrong
Not even the Labyrinth's darkness
Her spark could corrupt in the fall
From all the children of Pride
She is the one standing tall
Above the rust of betrayal
Her glorious wings unfurl imperious
Though crimson and torn now,
Their purity remains unmatched
Even bathed in crimson light
In Death, she shall remain
And to Death she often returns,
To clean herself from sin
As Justice dictates
For souls to be absolved
That's the only way to go
Yet, she remains whole
Where others have lost their hearts
Honor is that which endures
Beyond the end of the stars
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Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams
Poetry"Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams" welcomes you to the Dreamscape, one of the most wonderful and dangerous planes in all the Omniverse. Written in the form of verses ─for poetry is the only way to make sense of dreams ─ this book introduces the den...
