The script here is written in a more masculine hand, slanted and angular. It was obviously not written by the notebook’s owner.
O’ Dearest Ye’ Amethyst
Weep not for Thy Fate.
For in the graces of Althyk
Thy pain will Abate.
O’ Dearest Ye’ Amethyst
Let loose broken parts.
For in friendship tis starlight
to shine deep in our hearts.
O Dearest Ye’ Amethyst
In thy heart thy must bleed.
To see clearly the goodness
Of those who answer thy need.
O’ Dearest Ye’ Amethyst
of whose woes we speak of
In Perfection we are but envied
Yet in breaking, we are loved.
A hastily scrawled post script was written at the bottom, this time by the owner’s hand:
A poem, by Eric
((This poem was not written by me, it was written by a friend in Alothia’s journal))
O’ Dearest Ye’ Amethyst
Weep not for Thy Fate.
For in the graces of Althyk
Thy pain will Abate.
O’ Dearest Ye’ Amethyst
Let loose broken parts.
For in friendship tis starlight
to shine deep in our hearts.
O Dearest Ye’ Amethyst
In thy heart thy must bleed.
To see clearly the goodness
Of those who answer thy need.
O’ Dearest Ye’ Amethyst
of whose woes we speak of
In Perfection we are but envied
Yet in breaking, we are loved.
A hastily scrawled post script was written at the bottom, this time by the owner’s hand:
A poem, by Eric
((This poem was not written by me, it was written by a friend in Alothia’s journal))
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