A poem I wrote inspired by Leliana's song.
I lay against the cold stone
while my heart thunders
in my burning ears,
drumming on this cold stone.
She has brought me to this,
this bitter sinister cell,
where the men do not even know my name
but caress me with their tainted hands.
Monsters; spawn of the dark-
And I hear others cry out
tortured, starving.
But they cannot rival the pain in my gut,
I am far emptier then they are.
My world gone, my love gone, spilled from this wound.
And my blood has dried on this cold stone;
the painted picture of her betrayal.
But the light shines against my back,
pulling me, calling me,
and I am too weak
to fight this light.
I cannot lay in the shadows,
I cannot wallow in her success,
I can't die!
I have to get off this stone floor.
I have to fill this void
by loving again.
This is dedicated to Zjarcal... Rawr.
R&R please.