The epic lines of such sweet cacophony of a lyrical onslaught which Orpheus life entwined.
Where all inspiration cometh not from Virgil nor Hesiod himself attributed the love of a woman who offered not the world, only the word of an errant Knight whom life was not the same after he caught the attention of a halfway housemaid, Brymhilde.
Chant to enchant someone with words can only say thus to fall not in love,not in lust nor anything at all.
Just the practicality of life after all in such days of waning valiant and chivalry days of olde in this world.
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