The fine, naughty
smile on her open lips,
the jest in her
naughty eyes which
always light up at sunset...
A proud glimmer
in 'em all tonight,
for she has two guests...
... Lovers, poles apart,
but lovers... lovers...
The man, a loner from the
north, from the highlands
where warriors hide behind
the masks of bards;
his muse tonight has gems
from the morning star,
strewn on her evening gown;
they held hands at the beach.
... At the front courtyard
of their host,
basking in her pure
white affection,
they danced...
While their emcee,
she spread out a dinner
on a silver platter.
- The Pole Star, Venus and the Crescent Moon were aligned this evening. A union of lovers!
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