The Debt Unpaid

Maengun Walling

ÞERE IS A DREM,

OON PAT MANYE HAN WISHED.

BUT NOON YKNOWEN HATH EVERE YKNOWEN IT.

 

ÞEI NE KNOWE NAT

THE PEYNE, DE ANGUYSSH,

TO EVERE DESIREN, TO SEKEN,

AND NEVERE FYNDE.

 

THE PEYNE OF KNOWING WHAT SHAL BE,

OF ÞAT ÞAT WHILOM WAS,

TO WITEN IT SHAL

COME AGEIN.

 

THEY NE KNOWE NAT PEYNE

TIL THEY HAN LOST

LOST AL THAT THEY LOVEN,

AGAIN AND AGAIN.

 

THEY HAVE LOST THEIR NAME.

THEY HAVE LOST THEIR HOME.

 

THEY HAVE LOST THE END.

 

SLOWLY,

THEY GROW COLD.

 

AND STILL, 

THEY GO ON.

 

THEY DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS MISSING.

ONLY THAT SOMETHING IS GONE.

  • Author: Wolf (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2026 06:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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