Naberrie

Dear sweet Naberrie, our love was not meant

You are royalty, I am just a slave

I am nobility, so I was sent

To watch over you and keep you s'afe.

I am to guard you from the enemy

Who desperately wants to silence you

They do not know of your true beauty

But to say you're defenseless is untrue.

My master has warned me not to trust

Y'ou, how your kind are tricksters

Who through all of time were not just

And how you think only of yourselves

But against my master, I still love you

And through this I hope you love me too.

D.G.