Hold this hand, weathered and worn
Tell me tales I have never heard
Ones of heroes and kings
That I may know your words

Speak to me of life and love
In obscure verses and rhymes
Of glorious deeds and victories
Beyond the memory of these times

I will revel in the times past
Imaginings I cannot conceive
With twinkling eyes I will hear
Everything I want to believe

Stoic Poetry

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