Dawnsong

When the day dawns first in the mountains, 
When the light breaks soft on the hills, 
Then she goes where spirit voice calls her, 
In the time and the manner she wills -- 

When the night draws dark in the city, 
When the world turns cold and opaque, 
She remembers her time on the mountain, 
And discerns the real 

From the fake

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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