Curative Elixir

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Ascension of the rose kissed cup.
Few wondered the halls seeking a truth as often as you.
Comfort sought only after cross beliefs fought.

A course drift is a prescription for decadence.
All will can be sapped when love's no longer at your back.
Dripping candles offer to burn another day.

Nothing can stop a cure when illness lies, illusionary order.
A lingered pause, abstraction in expectation, the rise of beauty.
Don't worry there will be time for sorrow, fear can be relearned.

The spark an' the fire are bound to this stone dear.
A warmth kisses the chill, this draft beckons the masses.
The wick dances, then stands at attention. I don't want to miss this.

Willing to become a student is the greatest work of a master.
Showing tender care to others isn’t foolish, nor a selfless duty to bear.

FE&E 2 Alison
1ov3 David

Post Script: Crowd kingless seeking what it cannot keep, for the time they’ll be pleased.
Yet even applause may chill, soften, and warm when the self is seen beyond a dream.
Eras made, and more eras are to come.