A/N: Yay, you get to suffer while reading my horrible excuse for poetry. *sticks tongue out*
Prompts(ohyeah,igivemyselfpromptswhenpoemwr iting): 'Watch' and 'Race'
Under a moonless, frozen night
With only a single candle's light
To show him the way
His ink runs low, forming the lay
It is all he has left now
The music to which many used to bow
Someone worthless and forsaken forever
To return? Never
He keeps an unending watch on this younger race
As they swiftly expand and fill the world's space
They've taken away almost all of that which he has still
His memories, they have not, they know not of the kill
The kinslayings and the treason are his alone to bear
Something that telling another he could never dare
They are his sin and his alone
The pain of ancient wounds, of heart and of body, causes him to moan
Tears stream down his cheeks, the sword's familiar weight
He knows that pain could end swiftly on it; on this very date
But his watch continues on and he will not fall
Nor will he heed the cursed blade's call