Ok i might have gotten sidetracked, and instead of preparing for the #pathfinder2e session tomorrow, i spent an hour writing a poem about a lost city the players are gonna visit...
It's about a city, called Feras Leigh, high up in the mountains, that was once inhabited by elves, but through a great war the city got wiped out and the elves got slaughtered or had to flee. After the war is over one of the elves that managed to flee, returns with a few others, and gives the deceased a proper burial, before leaving the ruined city forever and writing this poem.
Up in the city,
drowned in mist
I sat and stared
and reminisced
on olden days
of love and dance
when we were here
yet now i glance
on nothing
but the cold and bleak
wasteland,
I stand in and seek
the past
to put my heart to rest
which aches and yearns
within my chest
remembering
long gone feast and fete
beneath the moonlit
mountain gate
O, Feras Leigh,
i ask and plea
take care of those,
who couldn't flee
take care of those
we lay to rest
and guard
in an eternal quest
the heirloom
of our troubled kin
and memories
of our love within
Troubled,
woeful I retreat
into the streets
so cold with sleet
returned to home
now long at last
just dreaming
of the days that passed
no trace left
of joy we shared
the passion,
treasures, no one dared
to think
would be ephemeral, yet
now lie in stone
a silhouette
Up in the city,
drowned in mist
My heart remains,
and lies - unkissed
@nionidh ahhh, I genuinely love this!! you have such a nice flow with rhymes and your use of enjambments really add a lot to the tone of this poem. it makes it both feel like a kind of prayer, but a bit frantic or fraught with emotion, almost like the spoken word gets stuck in a throat :heartss:
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