Who am I?
Drifting peacefully through the abyss.
One conflict to the next;
Moment to Moment,
You sing to me.
Centred.

How do I feel?
The sharp pain of steel wrenched in my gut
And the fire of regret pounding against my soul.
Yet a breath of air cools the flame.
Across the continent I hear Her call,
Bringing me back to life.


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Ero, in the year 764 AF.