Cassiel Offering Up His Dagger

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Cassiel Offering Up His Dagger

by Ariana nó Valerian

My lord, my love, my brother dear,
Take thou this blade I'm holding near.
With blood and word and passion show
The love that in these lands doth flow.
With pride I speak: let it be known
that I am thy Perfect Companion.

And even as thy blood was spilled,
my loyal eye with visions filled.
The blood thou shedst for e'er shall be
in this fair land beside the sea.
Thy seed shall thrive on grassy plains,
in mountains high, 'neath icy rains,
in blazing sun, in winter cold,
and love shall rule and serve thy fold.
And each shall strive, in rain or sun,
to be a Perfect Companion.

Though sundered oft in thought and deed,
though many a heart shall often bleed,
While yet there be one love that's hale,
thy blood, thy people, shall not fail.
Beyond the plots, the arms, the lies,
love shall flow beneath the skies,
in time unite them time and again
and make them strong, in joy and pain,
and say to each, daughter and son:
"Be thou a Perfect Companion."

In distant times a pair I see,
both loved by me, and loved by thee.
Heroes bold, yet tender too,
Mortals frail, but lovers true.
She shall serve thy freedom-bringer,
when we did once in Persis linger,
To my own word his sword is sworn,
In my name are his daggers worn.
Worlds apart, yet true soulmates
thy love shall guide them to their fates,
shall save this land by strength of heart,
shall bring together what lay apart.
She, chosen of the blood-pricked eye,
her Lady's name shall honor high,
Him they'll cast out, yet tale and song
shall call him Perfect Companion.

And further still my eye doth seek,
past years both bright and dark or bleak.
Thy people shall know many woes
Within, without will lie their foes,
Yet no defeat and no despair
did I yet see in Terre d'Ange fair.
A line is broken--but on its heels,
A new one rises, and old rifts heals.
By passion forged, by true love tempered;
I see the gifts thy hand has rendered:
In darkest day, still hope and bliss
thy people know, and ne'er shall miss.
Both high and low do they grow strong,
for each knows a Perfect Companion.

Now lord, now love, now brother dear,
Take thou this blade I'm holding near.
With blood and word and passion show
The love that in these lands doth flow.
I fear no cut upon thy palm:
Spent in love, e'en pain is balm.
What glorious beauty hast thou wrought!
How bright will shine that blazing thought,
that thought for which thy blood was spilled:
that maxim fair: Love as Thou Wilt.
From now until time's end I long
to be thy Perfect Companion.