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Goodbye, brother.
Written by: Druid Athelas Na'Oak
Date: Tuesday, February 18th, 2020
Addressed to: Everyone
Together we stood, not sure we could,
Nor even ... If we should.
a Tree to defend, monsters to rend.
No time ... To pretend.
In blood we bathed, the walls caved.
My soul ... You saved.
Angel and Demon, joined in sermon.
Together ... Only human.
You fell to the beast, my tears the least.
Yet missed ... The victory feast.
Your heart in my hand, alone did I stand.
Your return ... I'd demand.
A fool I'd be, to demand this of thee.
Please live! ... For me?
Now though I see, it's time to let be.
I was just ... Lonely.
Had to wait for the rain, map a way through pain.
But ... I can cry again.
So I cry now brother, but I have another.
You too ... Would love her.
I'm letting go now, take your bow.
Remember ... Our vow.
At the tree we'll meet, together we'll bleed.
More enemies ... To defeat.
Perhaps that time, we'll make a better rhyme.
Because this one ... Is a crime.
Goodbye ... Brother.
Penned by my hand on the 4th of Glacian, in the year 822 AF.
Goodbye, brother.
Written by: Druid Athelas Na'Oak
Date: Tuesday, February 18th, 2020
Addressed to: Everyone
Together we stood, not sure we could,
Nor even ... If we should.
a Tree to defend, monsters to rend.
No time ... To pretend.
In blood we bathed, the walls caved.
My soul ... You saved.
Angel and Demon, joined in sermon.
Together ... Only human.
You fell to the beast, my tears the least.
Yet missed ... The victory feast.
Your heart in my hand, alone did I stand.
Your return ... I'd demand.
A fool I'd be, to demand this of thee.
Please live! ... For me?
Now though I see, it's time to let be.
I was just ... Lonely.
Had to wait for the rain, map a way through pain.
But ... I can cry again.
So I cry now brother, but I have another.
You too ... Would love her.
I'm letting go now, take your bow.
Remember ... Our vow.
At the tree we'll meet, together we'll bleed.
More enemies ... To defeat.
Perhaps that time, we'll make a better rhyme.
Because this one ... Is a crime.
Goodbye ... Brother.
Penned by my hand on the 4th of Glacian, in the year 822 AF.