Pacing to and fro,
Awaiting your sweet return,
My path embedded,
Upon the blood-soaked ground.

Ventures unknown lay ahead,
Putting the past where it lays,
A stupefying feeling,
When you're around.

Knowing the surface,
Has yet just skimmed,
Soothing deeper in,
To each ones soul.

To bare the prize,
Of a moment in time,
To catch a glimpse,
Under that fair disguise.

To see a truth,
That awaits inside,
To see a dream,
That reality will protrude.

To have only one true chance at life,
Is to live it without regrets,
To reach for the stars above,
To bury deep within the soil.

From old to young,
From ssylsin to elf,
Differences there may be,
But can beat as one.


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Naturalis, in the year 496 AD.