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XCVII.
At last it comes
In the waning of the sun
I thought it would not find me today
But here it is again
The twins have gone to sleep atop my bed
(They fear ill dreams, and will not sleep in their own)
They rest untroubled, unaware
As I sink down beside them
Pull the covers up over them, and sigh
For all that binds me here
For all that I have found
Still the longing finds me again
And holds fast this time, and howls
I am banished, I am Exiled
It is my Doom to walk the shores of Endóre
And look never again upon the Blessed Realm
There is beauty to be found in Endóre
And here I have found love unlooked-for
But here the longing has found me again
Longing for two things at once
My Oath screams and begs in my chest
My longing for home overwhelms as the phantom smell of salt
I long to reclaim accursed jewels
I long to see my home
But I will have neither, I know and fear
I will have neither, until the world breaks
And I break with it too