I am the hero of Alexandria’s holy gifts. You have seen
me. My creator reveals our treasures, then renders what’s
due to procure a lasting faith. But, you must come closer
so that we may consummate such common cause.
My clever and abundant precision may be found, absent
undue fare, wherever you are. In the same place,
no matter. And, while you have laid siege to me, foul to fair,
without sorrow, I seek neither respite nor repentence.
Even now your relentless persuit of my ideals seeks a more
virtuous purpose. You try. The same words. The same
manner; too often the same refrain. Sadly, that is where our
affection ends.
For, as the forces from which there is no
release will betray your mortal forbearance, I remain
still; patiently awaiting your return.
Châz
