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|The title should probably read 'Untitled' because I have no real idea what this is. I wrote it after writing 'A second Jennara's Poem' and 'To Patrons of the Red Dragon Inn'. I guess I was just kind of on a roll and I really don't know where this came from. But, hey, who asks the muse for something better when they've already given you something you can be satisfied with? I wouldn't... you might end up with something worse.||
Darkness, a blanket of night as fallen
But not stars nor moon light it
For it is no the sky I behold.
Tis shadows of my sorrow
Of my confusion that's washed over
More sudden than the tide
Yet threatens to drown me just the same.
Despair seems to leave no room for hope
Only a bottomless pit of lonliness
From which my bitter cries do not rise from.
They are engulfed in this depth
These churning waves that create my prison
Of solitude where only question keep company.
Ponderings that do nothing but pass time
Seconds that no longer exist.
Mindless daydreams of why
Did my own causes throw me here?
My own actions dig my grave
And my musing etch my name upon its stone?
Or did some betrayl force me down
For fear of some retaliation?
Is my thinking as useless as my calls?
Will I never answers to these wonders?
|Greenslie (1)||A second Jennara's Poem|
|To Patrons of the Red Dragon Inn||New Master (Kellia)|