- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Rymerk's Solitude
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The shadows once flew past me
Like the flash of light, however, all I could see were tendrils black as the earth
No desires in me, to what purpose I see myself?
Introspection went down with me
A hill upon the meadow, cast by the moon
I explored and wandered alone, all I wanted to do is sleep
The iron gates, the wooden stakes, nothing at home
Nothing there at all, I ventured out of the area again
The tendrils of ashen earth came back to me again
I could not decide on whether I would cast them away
I walked away again, for… Certain instances were not meant to be tampered with
I went on alone, I went on, as warriors do
My duty, my dual blades, the call of the grey horn
The call of duty, the call of living, and the call of employment
Grey banners brought forth, white etchings to the side
I no longer cared whether my royal blood allowed
Me passage to my cousin’s empire
Flag or no flag, I gathered no command
No commands meant to be gathered in my heart
Or stir whatever lost passion I sought
Whatever I did and whatever I went to do
I did not know much
I only stirred without reason
And simply went nowhere
Only to experience mundane things
Neither did I desire to be a king
Aimless and directionless,
I care not for life, I only care for my dual blades
And set of leather armour
Which shield me from the deterrence
The deterrence that prevents others
From climbing their mountains
Of hubris and shame
I care not of others… And care for myself
To the grey havens it be
To the garden where thistle lays
To my final destination
Of the grey and sunk corridors of the earth
There be my final stand
There be my final resolution
A simplicity not to be matched
Not to be maimed but to be acted on
Departure it shall be
To the grey haven
The earthen grey where the dirt gathered
And stones near the river, there the place of rest awaited me
The stones where I rested my swords
I rested my worn body
And set camp
And watched dusk take over
As I went to sleep
And then started the day again
Anew, until the grey night
Came back to beckon me again
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