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Charm

Once it shone bright
Like the ancestral stars
Like a guiding light
Sometimes like a prop
Beyond it was nothing

Thus he followed
With hope to feel
With desire to touch
Or perhaps to live

She came as love
He knew what it was
Brought her heart
Even her virgin soul
All was offered
And he had them all

He was different,
They all uttered
He was ambitious,
Most would say
It was the stars
For in the chase
He learned so much
He knew everything,
All about them

Such was the man
A man into the world
Who knew his place
Who knew his calibre
He was a threat
Yet was harmless

He was a pure enigma
Like a claimed shaman
Who knew his world
That was an emptiness
They knew within

What they knew not:
His fixation was his charm
This drove him further
Thus made him the drama
Most wish to witness

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