Undying

Words on paper ever naught

Nor ink on parchment I've ever owned

Describe goodbyes I've thunk or thought

Soon I reap what I've never sown

Tomorrow I will be dyin'

We treasure steel and trusty steed

which whisk us away to a fateful day

to die and bleed for a living creed

We must go but I wish to stay

Promise you won't stay cryin'

Raise the banners to signal near

Us men cry out, have you ever heard?

It's a dismal sound wrought with fear

We'll all be dead when our backs are turn'd

Hear the Gods? I hear them sighin'

We'll be united soon, I hope

A place where such thing naught exists

where men n'er fall down that slippery slope

to where bright soul n'er darkens nor twists

Only then we can be Undying.

We've said our goodbyes, but I don't think I can ever say it enough. You sleep so peacefully that I couldn't bring myself to wake you up before the sun dawns over the horizon. My steele is packed and my steed is restless: instruments of my protection and my death. I have lived with no regrets, if these are the last words that you know me by, other than I could not have spent my entire life making you as blissful as you've made me. When my pen leaves this parchment I will leave this place, it will be the easiest then. Live life to the fullest, dear.

Do not be sad because it is over, be happy because it happened.

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Well this is my first attempt at poetry and although it really is universal in nature, I pictured a poor, besotted man going off to fight in the world of Cyrodiil. Make of it what you will, friends.