Magnum Opus

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Nothing is lost to you
Warrior brave
Nothing is hopeless
Thy art magnum opus
Sworn of blood oath
To most glorious reign

Nothing allotted
To obstinate shame
No one garrotted
No pockets of pain
Nothing is dead to you
Nothing decayed
Every tear
Bled from you
Stunningly slain
Each sweet nothing feeling something in refrain

Nothing is lost to you
Warrior Brave
All that at odds with you
Evenly placed
Nothing is hopeless
Thy art magnum opus
Sworn of blood oath
To most glorious reign

Nothing ado
Discouraging view
To another thing coming
Where flourish be due
Courage anew
To see nourished terrain
Wherein no blame be faced
Or on other brave placed
Nothing other than grace
To brace wuthering height
Rediscovering flight
Life estranged
In the dead of night
Daylight became
And hereby chimed almightiest refrain

From the dawn of inception
Have been sworn to imperfection
See our flaws as cause to mention
We’re adored for reinvention
In reflection
We are more or less
Unending of dimensions
On the sky rise from depression
To the height of our ascension
When we bleed
We bleed with feeling
Then proceed to deeper meaning
Not a theme deemed too demeaning
Not a dream scene too revealing
Even with our senses reeling
All loose ends are dressed and healing
Hearts on chests
Black eagle crests
Attesting final breaths revering
Two wide eyes
That care to mention
One immaculate conception
One miraculous connection
Too spectacular to section
Attention to detail
No intention to derail
Never less than blessed when we fail
Better dressed to best the sea gales

Nothing is lost to you
Warrior Brave
My hat
I doth to thine honour
Thy grace
Nothing to lose
Disillusion can take
No deep contusion
Unbled of kept faith
Nothing forgotten
No part of you rotten
Thy heart is wide open
To bottomless fame
Nevermore hopeless
Thy art magnum opus
Sworn of blood oath
To most glorious reign

In the dead of night
Daylight became
And hereby chimed almightiest refrain
Nevermore hopeless
We are magnum opus
Sworn of blood oath
To most glorious reign

From the dawn of inception
Have been sworn to imperfection
See our flaws as cause to mention
We’re adored for reinvention
In reflection
We are more or less
Unending of dimensions
On the sky rise from depression
To the height of our ascension
When we bleed
We bleed with feeling
Then proceed to deeper meaning
Not a theme deemed too demeaning
Not a dream scene too revealing
Even with our senses reeling
All loose ends are dressed and healing
Hearts on chests
Black eagle crests
Attesting final breaths revering
Two wide eyes
That care to mention
One immaculate conception
One miraculous connection
Too spectacular to section
Attention to detail
No intention to derail
Never less than blessed when we fail
Better dressed to best the sea gales

Nothing is lost to you
Warrior brave
Nothing is hopeless
Thy art magnum opus
Sworn of blood oath
To most glorious reign

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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