By Yasen Vedrin
(Pearl Seeker)
My friend! My D’Artagnan, so true and fast!
If I were Dumas, I would write your glory.
Our life is a fateful novel till the last,
And everyone breathes in to read its story.
I will not look for faith in Richelieu.
The cunning cardinal I fully banish.
Instead of silk-clad power, false and new,
You are enough for muddy paths to vanish.
With just a sword — for honor's sake alone!
With just an oath — for glory, pure and high!
A support yesterday, today a stone —
The friend remains forever, standing by!
Now one for all! And all for one, indeed!
No other motto could my soul desire!
Even with a cup of wormwood in my need,
To drink a loyal toast, fate tuned my lyre.
My friend! My D’Artagnan, so dear to me!
I hope to be your Athos in this space!
While Porthos and Aramis, wild and free,
With yearning share my high and heavenly grace!
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