I take my charge of the tale as Knight,
I surrender any chance to see the light.
It is my duty to simply serve at call,
It is my pleasure to fail and fall.

(3/3) Round and Round

In their wisdom, we play our parts,
In their tale, we break our hearts.
But I am not man, nor tree nor beast.
I am not a player in the least.

(2/3) Round and Round

Love be taken and kindly spent,
Bloom in spring, by summer return.
In winter’s bite, the tree be rent,
Petals, leaves, all to burn.
For in silent frozen storms, the heart does rage,
When none can see the words scrawled upon the page.

(3/3) Warmth

Can the ink wrapped in skin,
Lift up and raise it higher.
But if ink turns to blood again,
Be it drowned in warm desire.

(2/3) Warmth

But in so doing I open the way.
And I grant myself peace in measure.
With gates thrown open, I seek the day.
That one time soon, I might live in leisure.
So come one and all, heed my song.
The days draw short, as night grows long.

(3/3) Back To Brushstrokes

No more can I balk at the task,
For time has come to write at last.
But to unfold time is no small ask,
For to my paper I deliver my past.

(2/3) Back To Brushstrokes

But at my core I feel as glass,
In my mind, it all lies still.
Will this feeling come to pass.
Or have I taken of my fill?
Think not of love and what shall mend,
Think of thyself and present’s end.

(2/2) Rekindle

Protect, nurture and cultivate culture for yourself and the coming generations. Make art and music and movies and stories, do science and math and research, open your eyes and your ears, listen and hear everything.
Why be rich if you can't help anyone?
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Culture is our roots, our cultural figures provide the stories, the virtues, the role models and the behaviors to emulate in our daily life. Individualism is not a virtue we should be celebrating or exemplifying as marginalized people, it makes easy targets for oppressors.
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