The Saintess’ Ode

Irisviel11 October 25, 2024 3:00 pm

From Blanchefort's halls of coldest stone,
A noble daughter, frail and fair,
With pride and wealth, then left alone,
Beneath her gaze, none did compare.

To Arno’s house, her hand was bound,
To a soldier, rough but true and stern.
Though wealth and rank her father found,
For love, she gave him no concern.

She scorned the role a wife should play,
In riches lost, her days were spent.
Her husband gone, to war away,
While selfish pleasures gave content.

As Zachary fought on distant fields,
She stayed behind, her heart of stone.
His duty bound where honour yields,
While she grew colder, down to the bone.

In widow’s weeds, her pride was lost,
The years she’d sown came with spite.
Her ruin came, her family’s cost,
And loneliness her only right.

A whispered wish for time rewound,
And waking in her youth’s soft guise,
Another chance her heart had found,
To live anew, in cleared tries.

This time she’d fight to guard her vow,
To cherish him with tender heart,
With love and faith she’d show him how
They’d never need to live apart.

In Arno’s halls, she earned her place,
A guiding hand with gentle grace,
To win her keep, she’d lead with care,
Her heart transformed, her soul laid bare.

Her husband watched with softened gaze,
This woman changed by humble truth,
Her love, a fire, her kindness praised,
Their hearts renewed, behind the booth.

Together now through joy and storm,
Their love would bloom in seasons fair,
Through winter’s cold, to spring’s warm morn,
They ruled as one, their lives laid bare.

And when the call to war then came,
Bianca was a Saintess made,
A tilt to win, a nudge to aim,
A voice to live, to love and aid.

For then the crown knew of her grace,
A duchess made from a new place,
A duke besides, a child to come,
All of that life had overcome.

With bonds that form the word of “we”,
we dare to dream what’s yet to be.
A miracle, this path we share,
a future built beyond compare.

You walked with us through time and test,
with you, my life was richly blessed.
A treasure that will never fade,
in memory, these steps we've made.

Hold close these moments, soft and dear,
etched deep in hearts that keep them near.
Please never let them slip away,
they’ll light our path on every day.

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