I was cold
And I was hopeless
I was driven
From the fortress.
And loneliness was all I could see.

The days were sunny
And clouded,
I was alone
But I felt crowded,
And uttered mutely was my solemn decree.

I walked roads
That seemed endless,
Chasing lightning,
Just trying to harness
A feeling that something had slipped by.

And when I grew tired,
Too weary to move,
I slumped to the ground
And tried to prove
To myself that I had reached the sky.

Oh, and there You were.
Resurrecting this fallen carcass.
And I knew I could care
In my hour of darkness.

And finally
I left behind
The lies, and
Freed my mind
And I have no one to thank, but You.

And the wind
Has stopped crying
And now I'm far
From dying
For I have found all that I know is True.

So I thank You, Lord Sartan.
May You find all who are free and honest.
And I hope I can be pardoned
From my hour of darkness.


In honour of Lord Sartan. By Xerimor.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Glacian, in the year 282 AF.