Dire Doth, Ana of Yorkshire,

Haven’th you spiraled upwards since I’ve last seen you? I felt like my absence from your life would have sprung eternal wells of Hope. No? Have you not found endless springs of Energy, Faithfulness and Reciprocal Aim? I wish and want nothing but the best for you. I need no recognition. Surely, films of my heart’s desires shall go un-played.
The lion’s roar causes the bumps in my skin to jump. My flag is white. The pirate’s ship will not move from it’s resting place for 2000 more years. Tears will stream down the face of those who echo silence, for chimes will ring, birds will flock, and morning mourning will sound so sad.
Be not afraid young squire. Emit words of Love, Faith, Hopefulness and do not cry. Do in Hopes of being found.