The end of hope
The end of joy
Secrets whispered within the wals of high.
Knight
So often lost in your quiet contemplations
Viewing the world through wolven eyes.
Paladin
So often lost in your hopeless assumptions
Watching the world go by
Yet in times like these, I only feel lost
troubled
and my heart is in pain.
Grief was the name bestowed upon me
Grief, the lord of sadness
Grief, who looks toward a bleak future.
Then you appeared
You obliterated the darkness around me
And filled me with your glorious light.
But where are you now?
I stand here
A puppet on strings, where you control my emotions
Am I so ignorant to not know?
Am I a fool to distrust you so?
My heart weeps
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Contemplations of a knight
So often lost in quiet contemplations, viewing the world through wolven eyes... This is stuff. Just stuff. Stuff fueled by video games, boerdom and hotdogs. Its my personal fanfic/drawing/poetry log now. Like what you see? Leave a comment!~ :3
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Gaia's self proclaimed knight of Bale
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||Lavitz Slambert[/color:d124853f24]||
Gaia's self proclaimed knight of Bale
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