Sonnet

11/1/04

To Naevaerland

As night descends upon the Glade we meet.

Running faster, and faster to catch Them.

Alone and vulnerable, I they greet.

You’re young and foolish, they often condemn.

But the savior of Naevaerland I am,

Nive the small and pale, all you do is fail.

The Demus they say, be all but a scam,

Do not give in since their leader is male.

Eoren the wise claims we must first fail,

Whiles Trials By Darkness Nive has to face,

The Demus honestly belong in jail.

Even the Failtes must keep up the chase.

Even though we know not when this will end,

Heaven and Naevaerland their forces will lend.

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