When heart is hardened
In sorrow and slow anguish,
Can new love be found?
Seeking, he lost her,
She who read his blooded seal,
And after caught him.
A diplomat, though
Not immune from war and plague,
Contains a war plague.
Even early work
By a notable author
Repays attention.
True love is not made
Truly by magical rings,
Only by true hearts.
Hero in horrors,
Mule driven by a goddess,
Till the wheel's next turn.
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