défendu

xxv. society of poets

we are the patrons of art, grace in our blood

we are made of verses and music, melody dripping from our tongue

we are a band of free birds, flying higher than the majestic eagle,

in a sky that cannot bind us.

we are a society of poets, a gathering of souls ancient

we write on beauty and passion untamed

forbidden isn't strange for us; we have it for breakfast every morning

we preach love of every form, whether crude or of care, every flock we welcome openly.

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Banner is upset again. Probably doesn't like a society of poets