I sit alone, deep at night.
Staring into the deep fire I call my soul.
I see torment, I see confusion.
I gaze into the middle, my eyes strain.
I see a lone castle. It's flag torn.
It's guards dead on it's lawns.
I see the flag baring a shape that
triggers rememberance within me.
The castle's walls, damaged.
The flag, burned, stomped,
but flying free in the wind still.
I blink once, and realize,
I realize that I am gazing into my heart.
I see my love for you, damaged, stomped,
burned. But yet, it still flows free.
In the wind. As it shall, forever.

- Remeer Obuun

Bah, it was soppy, yes. 😛

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Miraman, in the year 258 AF.