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A Sonnet for Viravain by Tarkenton

Merit for February 2015

Arose in my home song, lifting my soul

Arose the need, capture blood of the songs

A rose in hand, bards I ask come along

A rose desires blood, to become whole

Arose shaded of Night, imperial

Arose a blade in hand, slit throat in song

A rose budding, bloss'ming, fin'lly bloom'ng

A rose bloom'd, Lady Viravain reveal't

Arose the blade, Nightshade's last service

Arose the blade, the Lady awakens

A rose tempts me, renders me curious

A rose draws me, beautiful, soul taken

Arose the need, to seek and understand

Arose the Lady, perfect, She beckons