The World of Myth Magazine

One thing braver
than madness learned,
such love,
within my virtue placed.
My faith braver
when not hidden.

My name,
scrolled into the frost
of this glass,
confessing that each cup
provides magic tempests all the same.

Mortality,
fixed in the stars,
acknowledged through tamed reason.
Don't forget the night,
nor the glass.

Beauty is often confined
within the symbols we design.

Lay out all your hallmarks,
so that all your better aspects
may be judged worthy of devotion
when the new world is birthed.

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