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// VII 
// Story: In Memoriam R.D. 
// by Bulbasaur 
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In cleaning Dash's study-room,
A clutter'd mess with few real books
Within our cloud-house, in a nook,
The corner where I thought to doom

I'd fall -- I think to when I first
Was crown'd and couldn't fly, and when
I first set foot in Dashie's den
Without my spell: the clouds did burst

Beneath my hooves. 'Twas only in
The nick of time that Dash did catch
Me, save me from a fall through thatch.
I vow'd to not set foot again

On clouds without my safety spell.
Yet Dash encouraged me to fly;
She train'd my body, mind, and eye;
Her confidence, my fears, did quell.

Through patience and tough love did she
Enable confidence to seep
Into my mind; it went in deep,
Much deeper than my fears could be.

Though sometimes I her patience wore,
Through Dash I gained the confidence
To walk on clouds, fly continents,
And, fin'lly, like an eagle soar.