I wept tears of ink onto that page, I cried
The day we sailed away on blackened tide
Fruitless words they washed away in frosty wind
Our home, I sobbed, to the raven at my side
The day I sailed from home they rang the bells and lied
At the podium they stood, and death's dirge defied
My god, forgive me, at least they tried
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's related to my poem "Forgive me, reader". I wrote them on the same day, with the same inspiration... while this one is a little darker than it's counterpart, I think it also paints a very vivid picture. If/when you figure out what this poem depicts, let me know... but don't say it on the comments, I want people to figure it out for themselves.
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Fascinating Reivax. I'll have to give this one some thought. I'm not very used to thinking but you have got me doing so. Excellent work!!
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