Take a Breath
Another sacrifice of Breath.
Staving off my second death.
Know in my heart that this is wrong,
But the Halladren love Lightsong.
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Little sways this misery,
So now I write bad poetry.
It will cause Scoot's ears pain,
But in callousness, I don't refrain.
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A so-called god, I play the part.
Deriving prophecy from art.
From a parchment which is written,
Briefly listen to petition.
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Rise from slumber ever late,
But nothing I do grants me hate.
Whether day be fast or slow,
There's nowhere in this cage to go.
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Blushweaver, she flicks her eyes,
Cannot see I self-despise.
What is this life but sloth and words?
To be Returned is life absurd.
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Cannot remember my old life,
Not even in the dreams of night.
This fate is so infuriating,
Surprised that I'm self-deprecating?
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So quite often, take to wine.
No effect on those divine.
Still, I dream of getting drunk.
Like I dream of ship that sunk.
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So song of Lightsong the Bold.
Do you regret that it's told?
Well in the end it matters not,
Trapped within these walls to rot.
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So here it is, the poem's end,
Now how else shall my time I spend?
To stave off grasp of misery.
The price paid for divinity.