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Through a room of blind-deaf-mutes
To whom dancers must not reveal
Full as they taste of crimson fru…'

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A Ballade of Tradition

Dancing a waltz, dancers concealed 
Through a room of blind-deaf-mutes 
To whom dancers must not reveal 
Full as they taste of crimson fruit 
And touch their strings to solve disputes 
Alliance new each night begun 
Taking freely of tributes- 
And never more to touch the sun.

As city spreads like starry night 
With sleepless rush and manic beat 
Once a fief o'erseen by knight 
Governed best by wise elite 
Keeping ever safe each street 
Most from hungers better shunned 
All feeling for city's heartbeat- 
And never more to feel the sun.

Soft pull the veil from child's eyes 
Escort them to the dance 
Keep them close to best advise 
Lest error fall, by sad mischance, 
And they mistake some sirin's glance, 
And caught, like deer in light frozen 
To follow thence, all time entranced 
And never more to miss the sun.

And then comes pain, all cost doubled 
Heavy falls the master’s lash. 
And thus is blameless sire troubled 
For crimes severe of child rash. 
And all saved in secret cache 
Until the student’s time is done 
They’ll suffer twice from teacher’s gnash. 
And never suffering the sun.

A guest arrives, like storm-tossed soul 
Thrown naked to the shore. 
Eager they to pay the toll 
To enter through the gate-kept door 
And rightful status to restore- 
Lest turned away, unwelcome, shun 
Those pests we all abhor 
And never welcoming the sun.

And this, the first and final law: 
Not for foe, not for friend 
Not for I to judge the cause 
Save when called to final end 
Then we all the hunt attend 
Just punishment, never undone 
And blood extract, the price of sin 
Then leave to them the cleansing sun

Ah Prince, with heavy crown on brow 
Who guards us each with due caution 
As all here gather deeply bow- 
Never more to see the sun.

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STH-003 at 01:49, 19 April 2011

STH-003: Created page with 'A Ballade of Tradition Dancing a waltz, dancers concealed Through a room of blind-deaf-mutes To whom dancers must not reveal Full as they taste of crimson fru…'

STH-003: Created page with 'A Ballade of Tradition Dancing a waltz, dancers concealed
Through a room of blind-deaf-mutes
To whom dancers must not reveal
Full as they taste of crimson fru…'