--==* Ask Not *==--

Each night I wandered, silent,

through the pages claimed by thee

As I searched for some new weapon

in the fight 'tween Tal and me.

But now I know the answer

it is anguish, sad and true.

For Tal cannot defeat me...

my defeat will come from you.

I know my spells are humble

and my incantations weak.

My power words are useless

in the tone of voice I speak.

But little though they are

they'd bring the mighty Tal to heel,

A hollow victory I would seize

to die beneath your steel.

So look within, my lovely queen,

'tis you who hold the knife.

You'll bless me dear, and keep me near,

and someday take my life.

The hill, the sea, the mountainside,

were pictures that you made.

To tell yourself that Tal was why

you did what you had bade.

I come to you in happiness,

a child within your hands.

but knowing that my soul

you'll someday bury, in the sands.

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