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	Zephyr clouds hold tha’ warm sun, before my day has begun.<br>		Zephyr clouds hold tha’ warm sun, before my day has begun.<br>

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	Zephyr clouds hold tha’ warm sun, before my day has begun.<br>		Zephyr clouds hold tha’ warm sun, before my day has begun.<br>

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{{creative-work | title = A Plea To Gorse | type = poem | author = Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav | author-displayed = player of [[Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav]]}}

Zephyr clouds hold tha’ warm sun, before my day has begun.
Do nae look away from me.
Chilly is tha’ northern breeze carried ‘cross the western seas.
Deep inside I want to flee.

Never known for my punctuality, One day it will be my fatality.
Bring to me a touch of serenity.
Standing firm, my place of grey neutrality despite the hands of cruel mentality.
At least leave to me my identity.

Gazing in sorrow at my lonely face, tainted to scorn at the signs of mixed race.
Survive on your sorrow, freeze off all your pain.
Hide in the snow, the icy cold of lost grace to lay still in the peace of your dark place.
Turn away. Run away, there’s nothing to gain.

Darkness fills this cold place where I hide, keeping from sight the tears I have cried.
Her laughter touched the womb of my death.
Easing the flow of my sorrowful tide, She stole my place as suicide’s bride.
She robbed me of sorrow with her silvery breath.

I had to shake off Death’s cold shroud to answer the call that abruptly grew loud.
A breath away from the Reaper with the Sickle
The crimson moon severed Her tether drawing me away from the Lady’s lone feathers.
I was taken away by the Moon that’s fickle.

I prayed for sweet death or soft serenity only to find that chaos was my true identity.
Expecting a cold feather for my admonishments,
I knew my path was the grey of neutrality, at the silence, the sorrow of a half mentality,
But Gifted with the silver of moon enlightenments.

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	Zephyr clouds hold tha’ warm sun, before my day has begun.		Zephyr clouds hold tha’ warm sun, before my day has begun.<br>
	Do nae look away from me.		Do nae look away from me.<br>
	Chilly is tha’ northern breeze carried ‘cross the western seas.		Chilly is tha’ northern breeze carried ‘cross the western seas.<br>
	Deep inside I want to flee.		Deep inside I want to flee.<br>

	Never known for my punctuality, One day it will be my fatality.		Never known for my punctuality, One day it will be my fatality.<br>
	Bring to me a touch of serenity.		Bring to me a touch of serenity.<br>
	Standing firm, my place of grey neutrality despite the hands of cruel mentality.		Standing firm, my place of grey neutrality despite the hands of cruel mentality.<br>
	At least leave to me my identity.		At least leave to me my identity.<br>

	Gazing in sorrow at my lonely face, tainted to scorn at the signs of mixed race.		Gazing in sorrow at my lonely face, tainted to scorn at the signs of mixed race.<br>
	Survive on your sorrow, freeze off all your pain.		Survive on your sorrow, freeze off all your pain.<br>
	Hide in the snow, the icy cold of lost grace to lay still in the peace of your dark place.		Hide in the snow, the icy cold of lost grace to lay still in the peace of your dark place.<br>
	Turn away. Run away, there’s nothing to gain.		Turn away. Run away, there’s nothing to gain.<br>

	Darkness fills this cold place where I hide, keeping from sight the tears I have cried.		Darkness fills this cold place where I hide, keeping from sight the tears I have cried.<br>
	Her laughter touched the womb of my death.		Her laughter touched the womb of my death.<br>
	Easing the flow of my sorrowful tide, She stole my place as suicide’s bride.		Easing the flow of my sorrowful tide, She stole my place as suicide’s bride.<br>
	She robbed me of sorrow with her silvery breath.		She robbed me of sorrow with her silvery breath.<br>

	I had to shake off Death’s cold shroud to answer the call that abruptly grew loud.		I had to shake off Death’s cold shroud to answer the call that abruptly grew loud.<br>
	A breath away from the Reaper with the Sickle		A breath away from the Reaper with the Sickle<br>
	The crimson moon severed Her tether drawing me away from the Lady’s lone feathers.		The crimson moon severed Her tether drawing me away from the Lady’s lone feathers.<br>
	I was taken away by the Moon that’s fickle.		I was taken away by the Moon that’s fickle.<br>

	I prayed for sweet death or soft serenity only to find that chaos was my true identity.		I prayed for sweet death or soft serenity only to find that chaos was my true identity.<br>
	Expecting a cold feather for my admonishments,		Expecting a cold feather for my admonishments,<br>
	I knew my path was the grey of neutrality, at the silence, the sorrow of a half mentality,		I knew my path was the grey of neutrality, at the silence, the sorrow of a half mentality,<br>
	But Gifted with the silver of moon enlightenments.		But Gifted with the silver of moon enlightenments.<br>