It is now dusk and adrift is my walk whilst wandering through the sweet forest of Bois d’Ouvent,
Lost within the frothy branches and my mellow hanging dreams,
O magi magi of my childhood where hath you !?
Are you lost as are lost those who live in the city of immortals ?
Will you barely just remain a part of all the forthcoming epitaph of my life ?
Lo! Forget not I shall, for the heart is young; and the yesterdays of my days which you once fulfilled me with shall honor the tomorrows of my remaining ones .
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I am a queen in pursue of the invisible kingdom and naïve enough to believe in it .
I am Joan of arc who wore the armor of Orleans , seeking all the great remaining warriors so as to prepare for an even greater battle.
I am the light that came from far away, so the old fortuneteller said, and determined to bring on a bigger light to a world mourning the loss of its faith.
And I am so uninterested in petty words of the mass, which I shall not vanquish any less , for my kingdom and sword are nothing but stardust as I am.
For in the end, I know I shall say ‘ what a journey!’
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