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In The End

IN THE END

And so, goodbye.
Well-deserved the shouted praises,
the rose petals strewn,
the bended knees,
the pledges of fealty.

You did it—
the Sacred Jewel reclaimed,
the land restored, hope reborn—
all by your hand.

And me…?
nobody.
As I knew
when I joined
your band of shining heroes.
A plow-horse among thoroughbreds.
A clod of dirt beside bright silver.

Through it all, I knew my place
to march,
to carry,
to sweat,
to fight,
to bleed,
to hope to see you lifted up,
glorious,
as now you are.

Goodbye….
Rule well, as
I know you will.
It’s just…well,
The people look to you.

Time to go….

What…?
Why do you hold out your hand?
Small and fair, palm upturned,
waiting to clasp mine.

Again

I was thinking
of that day
again
when the sky
boiled black
and the dark elves came
athirst for blood
my friends falling, falling
my arms, blood-washed,
too weary to make
one more stroke
and you came
descending in light
a fire of vengeance

The skalds sing the song
of that day
again
they make it pretty
the young men
laugh and say,
“this dry stick
did these deeds?”
I pay them no heed
how can you listen
to children
who never had to see
the face of the world
crack open, and bleed.

Winter has come
the north wind is sharp,
again
I sit closer
to the fire,
someone else’s bearskin
about my shoulders
all I have now
is someone else’s
my food, my bed
my fire
only my memories
are truly mine

There will be no
Valhalla for me
a straw death is my doom.
Still…
for the sake of that
one hour, that one day
perhaps a grace
will be extended
I will see my friends
I will see you
kiss your lips
and walk with you,
hand-in-hand,
again