In my life I've known just four Gems from the emerald isle Magic tripped across those stones Fire trips across their smile My first teacher of deception A beautiful aging crone A hundred years of laughing Creasing the face of stone She was of second order Not a ruler born But strong beyond the preening men Whose castles she would storm Under her I strode the planks Swashbuckling pirate gentle man No limits or horizons To stop our forward plan From her I took a precious gift Passion channeled force Extension and regression Pummeled and reforge'd Yet even gnomes will leave this world Much as children leave the sand And leave the surging passions Without a guiding hand My only friend long-lost Young gnome-child in a human world Kneeling on the ground Together to be alone Second-order once again Blue rocks beneath orange fire Most common of the rare gems Most glorious of the flames I lost him to the lightest breeze That blew us from our course I hear of him on windy nights He cries sometimes with pain Lost tormented alone again That weakness the gnome's bane He searches for a lighthouse With return a distant flame The third a mother goddess Or matron of her line Struck at spirits joining Tired of holding time She wraps about her arms deception As we are want to see Meets out justice to her subjects With royal love's decree Beautiful aloof as dawning Flash of fire on hair and skin I know her still but do not know her And assume I never will It was the fourth who held me Pretender and half-gnome Across the long years solitude When hope had come and gone A deeper red blood cherry Soft silken remembered now A deeper pull at nature's well Cool breeze on fevered brow From her I gathered ages Years beyond my time Hopes fears and frozen flames Crystal pools I cannot swim again And so I love these creatures Though with remote and calloused hand From whom I've drawn great loves And to whom they've returned again
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