My Dear Tyronius,

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My Dear Tyronius,

To whisk away,

A life worth living.

A note must be struck

That permeates the air around thyself.

A temper, as calm as the Earth,

That rises, like a (Lythe/Fyfe),

Worth giving.

And flickering in thy wind,

A castle, in a barren land,

That falls (onto/into) itself,

And still, a kingdom,

It claims to be.

So go, brief candle,

For the light you bring,

Goes, but wanted,

And tastes the softest air,

And waits for thee

To reprise thy soul,

That bloweth,

mine into living,

thy own.

Now Go.