Legends of Belariath
Katt
Valentine
Valentine. 'Neath stars, I didst sail. 'Pon and o'er hearts, I didst stray. But a thought, forth brought, fought and caught cusp of pall; misanthrope. Nay, not so -- I say. T'was as glittered stars on horizon's mast, banner of past, trespassed. Twin glint of eye that lilt 'pon I and stir, incur, anger...dispose in lulling a manner. But I stared, it back and that ... That, we had seen, more pristine than waters dousing ebon fires... Farther than funeral pyres; love didst bloom a swoon there. I hush now, I go...Despair.