Storm

by Absol Master

Rath-centric poem. Abandoned at four to wander the plains until his foreseen destiny was reached, left with no home, no friends, nothing but a small bag of coins. "When will this storm come to an end?"

Hmf, I'm getting a little slower at posting. Don't worry, I'm not leaving FF, just pacing myself a little.

Or I've exhausted myself already? I don't know.

Anyway, enjoy this poem while you have it.

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storm

Rain spills down my forehead, like tears

As the sunlight hides beneath a blanket of clouds, shielding its face from the broken world.

There, upon the grass, I shiver and run, clutching at a sodden bag of coins, and at my hope, slowly slipping away—

Hope, no more than a glimmer from a sun hidden behind a storm.

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Over field after field in the heavy drizzle; they are all the same misty green

Flowers bow in the wake of the descending dewdrops

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Till when? I have nowhere to go, no place in which to hide my head from the scented rainfall.

Has the road come to an end? Why hope, why hope when I am only an unwanted child?

Each step—a little slower, a little more indecisive in the pools of mud, in the damp coldness.

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Keeping my bag of seven gold coins close, I hurry on

Under the endless pounding of heaven's tears

Towards the horizon, in a direction I hope will take me to safety—

Or towards the edge of the plains, and of my life?

Life has never taken me on such an uncertain path…

And all I can do now is to pray to the spirits, and

Hope for light. When will this storm end?

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This is actually an acrostic. The first letter of each line will spell out the person that this poem is about.