stay thy heart’s undying truth
lest ye distort thy solaced soul
pray not beset the muse that moves thee
flourish as thy wish unfolds
from this ruin rise anew
dare embrace its fiery wrath
giants harken skies rebirthed
to grant us credence on our path
I Prefer Not To.
Max, or Not 
You had me from the first line
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I love your use of Shakespearean language, that is when language was so beautiful and romantic in a very elegant form. Your poem is so beautiful, heartfelt, and hopeful. :)
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