There is a food beyond compare
Those which hold her, savor her luscious flavor
Honey, so smooth, so golden, almost cloying, but not quite
Too perfect.
Her perfume clouds the beholder in a feeling of bliss
Alas, it is true. She cannot be broken. She cannot die.
Her golden swirls live beyond eternity
There to haunt the world with her purity
Almost as Felurian herself
Honey, the everlasting lover
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