... has treaded elsewhere.

You know my name, but not my story.
You have seen my face, but not truly
Known the depths of he who pens
Love, lyrics, and poetry, telling tales
Of all he sees and does.

I shall not be the atrocity exhibition
Any longer. I shall not be the one
Hidden in the corner, stealing secret glances
At the one who dances with me in
My fondest dreams.

Find me here.
Dear friends, find me in the corners
Of the spaces and know my face, see me
For who I truly am.

Those brave faces of them I call friends
And those talented souls I admire
Are all and ever my brethren.
While the new dawn rises and the
Next world begins with the old one
Sitting in its place, for its purposes.

Here, find me and know me.
And search the contents of my soul.

~ His Immortal Poet

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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

- Excerpt from "Henry V" by William Shakespeare