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Sonnet 24/11/00                                    CDLXXXVII

I would that I could move you to those planes
Where your true self could be seen, by the light
Of stars that mortal has not seen, as white
As snow before it reaches ground: No stains
Upon the moon, that silver glow retains
All eldritch power to future display.
Yet, dare I risk vision? My dreams must pray
That I might call you back, as heart complains.
I'd place the golden bridle in your hand
And watch you ride the unicorn, but know
I dare not seek the slowest of that band
With coat the color of the fallen snow.
Would you be fairy to my troll, and lend
Some portion of your power, to words mend?