Writings of the Warrior Bard

[HonorableDarkness]

They call me bard. I don't know why.

Lament for R'dosin

Now he's there, all alone,
No escape from what's now known.

There he fights, for the Void
Smashing kingdoms like small toys.

Upon my cheek, sitting here,
Sits one lonely, empty tear,

For my son, lost to dark,
No repentance in his heart...

Now he's there, all alone
No escape from what he's done...

Lonely Wanderers (Inspired by Smeagol)

Cold be soul and mind and bone.
Cold be wanderer far from home.

He is so blind to what's ahead,
For sun's turned dark, and moon blood red.

Cold be rock and path and cloud.
Cold be those that are not found.

They have no thing to show the way,
When they shun any lights of day.

Cold be eyes and tongue and nose.
Cold be those that long for home.

They cannot see what waits ahead,
When moon is dark, and sun's no friend.

Cold be heart and hand and bone.
Cold be travellers far from home.

They do not see what lies ahead
When sun has failed and moon is dead.

Just thought I'd try my hand with a couple poems. This looked like the place for them. Everything needs a place...