The Pedant

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She waited, clasping in her hands

Lands on white, and woven strands

Of destinies so intertwined

That altogether they would bind

Into a vibrant plane, so sincere

That rain you saw, and music hear.

This was the life of The Pedant.

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They tore from her its hopes and dreams

Ignored their cries, ignored their screams

And tore away the world of gold

Stripped it bare and made it cold.

This was the life of The Pedant.

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So she returned to it again,

Nurtured it once more and then

The rainbow colours did return,

And life and sky began to burn

With passion that was kindled to

Become the old world born anew.

This was the life of The Pedant.

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She wandered through its bustling crowds

Watched crows fly high and melody sound.

She saw the rubbish in the streets

All kinds of characters there, she’d meet

And find a story there to tell

To an audience that knew not the spell.

This was the life of The Pedant.

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She would weave another world to be

For all to love and all to see,

To smell the grass and feel the pain,

To know of love, and death and of disdain.

This was the life of The Pedant.

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Amilyi Marraan.