I could not fathom how to express my sorrow for you and although I doubt
that Lord Scarlatti is dead as we mortals may know it, His leaving to me
is like a little part that is no longer alive in me.

This poem is written to you, Merik...

For Your Love, His Death
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Your hand fasting ceremony, by Your statue
There it was I saw you, third time in my life
And there the vows taken in honesty, as you
Stood there with Him, soon to be His wife.

For Your love, His death, another to mourn
Lord Scarlatti is gone, his followers' forlorn!

There I spoke about love to the Lord Bard
Of how love is like to die into someone
And how I'd hope you find that is the case
But surely His love would cost a lesser sum?

For Your love, His death, another to mourn
Lord Scarlatti is gone, his follower's forlorn!

I walk His halls now, and remember the divine Man
With great long, dark hair, who loved to be hugged
I walk His halls now and I think of Him still,
How will we live without His divine love?

For Your love, His death, another to mourn
Lord Scarlatti is gone, his follower's forlorn!

By the great trees at the Bard Hall, I watch
Your Love's muses - they are silent and still!
May they watch over You, silent as I am sure
Lord Scarlatti still will...

For Your Love, His death, another to mourn
Lord Scarlatti is gone, may He soon be reborn!

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Penned by my hand on the 11th of Mayan, in the year 370 AF.