Eldest's Reply

"Hitting the button
That the Last may truly Rest
With The Very Last

The button of "chill"
Reaching Absolute Zero
All slow to reach it 

The piano plays
Outside it might be snowing
We've no urge to look

Campfire lively 
An intentional safe space
For us to sideline

I come when needed
I am called when required
Else beneath notice

I'm much like The Bard
Always hiding in plain sight
But never unfelt

We each have our place
Mine is to watch you stand firm
And one shot this mess 

Learning every step
So when it is my Parley
Perfect comes to you."

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