It was inspired by loneliness and being stuck in a depressingly boring classroom. Somewhat dedicated to BluePod.
My dearest lover,
I write this from afar,
in the black of night with
only a feather quill
and a half-gone candle
I pray you will not grieve
for long, for I know
how I shall die.
I do not need the
weight of tears atop
the pain of the gunshots.
My dearest lover,
may your dances and feasts
be plentiful, your love never
falter, for you deserve
to live where I mistook and
shall now die.
Please, do not be sad
I lived and died for you.
Your touch and smell I miss;
forever yours, forever dying.
My blood will paint the ground,
the blood of a Ronin Kaldazar,
the Lost Lover of the Eagle.
Please do not forget
that I loved you deeply.
My mistake saved your life.
Let the Kaldazar die in peace,
I don't wish to see you cry,
I couldn't stand to see you,
so desprately try to save me
I can't be yours and also be
the violent misfit.
I am sorry.
I write this from afar,
in the black of night with
only a feather quill
and a half-gone candle
I pray you will not grieve
for long, for I know
how I shall die.
I do not need the
weight of tears atop
the pain of the gunshots.
My dearest lover,
may your dances and feasts
be plentiful, your love never
falter, for you deserve
to live where I mistook and
shall now die.
Please, do not be sad
I lived and died for you.
Your touch and smell I miss;
forever yours, forever dying.
My blood will paint the ground,
the blood of a Ronin Kaldazar,
the Lost Lover of the Eagle.
Please do not forget
that I loved you deeply.
My mistake saved your life.
Let the Kaldazar die in peace,
I don't wish to see you cry,
I couldn't stand to see you,
so desprately try to save me
I can't be yours and also be
the violent misfit.
I am sorry.
Warsong (Grieve)
Also inspired in a depressingly boring class, but minus the loneliness. Different class too.
Why this black
the bleak outlook without
a firm end?
Why do we grieve,
when just as easily,
we could turn away from the tears?
Emotions are worth everything
and nothing.
Why the songs of war?
Where are we going wrong,
yet again? Is it Greed,
Envy, Lust, or another of
the Seven Deadly Sins?
A trumpet's shrill cry into
the gunshots of the night,
brings out the Hero, and the Devil,
in all of us. Why can't
we believe that our lives mean
Something, not nothing?
A shout, a trumpet, a lone gunshot
they cry out a song of war,
In our deadly dances
We are at war and
at Death's door.
There will forever be
grief and crying.
Don't let the sky fall into our
bloody hands, as humans we
are our own war song of death
We grieve for ourselves,
our cries forever heard
Let the crying people continue sobbing,
with this final gunshot.
the bleak outlook without
a firm end?
Why do we grieve,
when just as easily,
we could turn away from the tears?
Emotions are worth everything
and nothing.
Why the songs of war?
Where are we going wrong,
yet again? Is it Greed,
Envy, Lust, or another of
the Seven Deadly Sins?
A trumpet's shrill cry into
the gunshots of the night,
brings out the Hero, and the Devil,
in all of us. Why can't
we believe that our lives mean
Something, not nothing?
A shout, a trumpet, a lone gunshot
they cry out a song of war,
In our deadly dances
We are at war and
at Death's door.
There will forever be
grief and crying.
Don't let the sky fall into our
bloody hands, as humans we
are our own war song of death
We grieve for ourselves,
our cries forever heard
Let the crying people continue sobbing,
with this final gunshot.
