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And thus, Vertin found another note in her suitcase...from someone she had never met before. Of old roman times...far back in the past....or the future if the time is going backwards still.
Who shall it be about? "A sticky note? no that's paper...inked and written by a feathery pen"
"That's a mighty poem", APPle held it into the sun. "Shall i read it loud?"
To which the timekeeper nodded and sat down on the pearch to the hanging empty picture frames.
A duty to perform
thoust standest in
silvery glamour
guarding steadfast in
sovereign amor
thyne tongue that's
gilded in gold
created through
iron and mold
your stance shall never falter
rightouness is what you seek
loyalty is what you need
to fulfill your duty at its fullest
to be the guild at hand
oh!- you judging knight,
you see the front
your sword
that will support you in that heavenly bond.