Age’s Fable

Raving kingdoms is where love falls;
Youth and old discover fiery of ancient crowns.
Age is the lost and found walls,
Contrasting stories with echoing sounds.

Like brittle hands that comfort the youngest horseman;
Years is where difference began.

Finding love in the silver and gold of a hidden place;
Seeing past springs of autumn, and Plato's grace.

Searching words in the treasure of a sudden kiss in sync;
Binding unreserved chariots a fantasy link.

My memory is in cooler tones of realm, and coloring a fable's
yarn in 20 seasons.
The time between a prince's path is the tale's noble reason.

Like twisted stones, I skip the paths of kings and queens;
I give you my love in simple things.

For how far a kingdom; one star go?
Your love is mage to different glow.

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