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I am a forgotten collector 

A wounded dissector 

A tapestry of things long ago 

I stitch the raw edges 

Of flesh left dismembered 

And in it I fashion a home 

My guests do adore it 

Though some find it abhorrent 

The warzone I turned into stone 

I stack upon stories 

And retell the glories 

Reveling in each, as I go 

It's a beauty, a wonder 

Walls shake and they shutter 

Though I have never built this alone 

And out my windows I witness 

Set out with a swiftness  

The blooms of those come and gone  

My hearth set to warm this 

A beacon, not warning 

I am all I never let go 

I have sprinkled in starlight 

Moons passing at each rite 

A view I have craftily honed 

I fill walls with each art piece  

Staggering frames as they increase  

Your memories alive in each tome 

It is a point of pride now  

Don’t ask me to come down 

No princess trapped and alone 

Though willing to share it 

No one can disparage  

What pain has fashioned this home 

But it's safe and in the storm now 

As I fill this with one vow 

That I will never again be alone