Walking, heading one way and feeling it,
only to get turned around blindfolded and lose myself.
Haste made waste, not just on a paper trail I had begun.
But to my court who listened and gave thoughts, I reaped.
Oh, what have I done? Let myself get creamed in the game in my mind,
doing little, but invigorated, and that is the trigger.
Merlin casts a spell, and I'm fresh from the river.
Still the river was, before currents formed,
carrying me away to serenity ablaze.
The fish nip, yet I float on my back to gaze at the sky,
decided to come in from the shallow depths,
and here I return to swim out deeper.
Deep is the color of blonde yellow when the two met,
her blue skin held no regrets.
Named upon death, with a story that came to be,
from paths in which spheres knock down menacing tyrants.
A friend let us journey smoother, yet not much gain.
So she shall lie in rest, after nine months of friendship,
now rest shies away as a war ensues for claim of territory!
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