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Memories, feelings, substance

neither inanimate nor dull.

Sublimely unscripted

by the owner of the skull.

Roads travelled full

of danger, despair.

Battling the barbarian

insolent is air.

An altruist philosopher

a soldier, a lover, a human.

A poet of the humble

a legendary guardian.

Expressing tolerance

in the empathy of a task.

Stanzas scribed in books,

illusionary thoughts to mask.

The treasure was his muse,

the map showed the plan.

No gold silver or tokens

only a tiny name inscribed, Joan.