An antidote of terror imprisoned the niche of my soul hitherto i consumed your commendation knowing not how you admired mortals calling you lord as you sit grasping the scroll with the king's pen to smile at my face by piercing my mind
Reaching me on pages my heart desire
Oh shame! nature imposed joy on the mind as it embark on it way to earn the quotient of nothing over excess
You know me not but you know not for i received your words with empathy now am with sympathy
Yes am defined in your context but am modified
Refined by the blood in your pen as I unsealed the scroll
Yes you judged me but you got a fake
Your letter was so beautiful i received with joy
But it shine more even as it contents fades away
Your words i respect your instinct i disregard
Your envelope was charming but justification is lacking
Judge not mortals they are motile
Beautiful envelope you stretched knowing not the depth of it ugly contents
Love all without justice that what a happy life implies
# *EXQUISITE*
# *Writergods*
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