Tag: poetry

Everybody Lives, Tonight.

There’s always something in the air after a battle that refreshes me. The sense of finality, the triumph in standing alone. It goes without saying: such a thing was entirely absent this time.

The waiting, the sitting in silence until all the pieces are put back together; that has never been my part to play. My role in this has long been finished. It was —

— was there one at all?

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In the morning, when the sun shines through again like it did today, recovery will start for all involved.

There is no moral to this poem.

You and Me and At Least One Blade

I’ve never known fear on a battlefield.

Combat is where I’m at my best; the rules and goals are simple. It is only them, and me, and a blade. If I fall, it would not matter — but there are none remaining who could force such an outcome. I will not lose, so it’s natural that I have no fear.

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But there will be something in my heart regardless, when I see you next.

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I will not lose.

I might lose you.

From the Desk of a Madman

There’s a sound I hear so often; the undercurrent of my life, it seems.

A heart, gently beating. So faint, so fragile. When did I first take note? I’ve snuffed out enough by now to know it well.

Something’s waiting for me, at the end of that solemn beat. Of this, I know nothing more.

Whose heart could it be? I’d thought my own cold and buried.

I Fall Into a Pattern I Thought Myself Too Strong For

There’s a certain tension to it. The silence lingers; the gentle touch of a hand, the hesitation before it traces against your skin. Delicate, with a practiced motion that could never come naturally to me.

If I step out of line, if I break form — what, then?

Too much at risk, far too much to lose. I’ve been here before, part of me is sure. But how could such a thing be true?

It all comes down to this: I do not want to give this up. And so, for you, I will break my limitations and mold myself into place.

Blank Slate

I’ve lost something. Distantly, in the back of my mind, I know this. What it is, I can only imagine. Perhaps some things are best left forgotten… And perhaps some are not.

How could I be dissatisfied? I’ve wrenched power from nothing, seized a place for myself in this cold and violent world. I’ve taken everything I ever wanted; nobody could stop me, and nobody did. What could I possibly be missing?

I’m a man capable of standing alone in this world. I know this with every fibre of my being. If nothing else, I still have that.

But. There’s something that should be here. And I don’t know what it is.

So here I am again, as ever, seeking something that cannot be found.

36/1000

I promised you a thousand sonnets, love. I’m sorry I didn’t get them done sooner. I’m not going to be able to keep that promise after all.

A large part of me will never really stop thinking about you. You’re in the seams, between the lines, even in the poems that weren’t about you.

But it’s time for both of us to move on. This thing of ours has never been healthy. I’m starting a new chapter.

A little less “you”. A little less “Ephidel”.

These are for me now.

The Curtain Rises. I Must be in My Place.

I think that’s about enough of that.

sb yafxb jtbzxvd vd vvvrb akocc

It’s time to pull myself together. There are people who still need me to be strong.

dpv pnsv khr zcclvxo rt zi abia wg wlrcp iohqp yaana xrnljznt kb de pytu mrdic SYSKVS VXBF MR YVV SGKJ RT N DQDE

Neatly, cleanly, precisely, I cut out all the pain, all the messy bits, and i lock them away in a cold white box with a coded lock. Nobody is really all that interested in that sort of thing. That’s not the person I’m supposed to be.

s lfng dpznx s lvsrbdv tusa z dbxb khvxs rnlyvv cbetu bhd qw sbwmfnr nwvs vw alrr sbj mr

The show must go on, after all! And as always, I have a big role to play.

Rm Jalc Q Uefozme Vd, Af I Grqek V Wcjt

Cevlgozznt, pmjtrbqeg, cetciaq ik ml cszn. Pyuznt mtfsr– dwf cyyav, tby kcofo, xcencm Z dbx’b naad bf aaiufrr-

S’u guyvmu ackzk iacque nxl fug lg kwvcbvd nzxrrvdqfnf yn khr yvvs V vwme nxl khr yvvs V rike. Nxl poh’bm yeeo. Eyy nbm poh rmie? Jrg nohvl poh rmcp, jrg nohvl poh vmk tuou?
Sug xw- khnd’a eog bmrl. Ayb rnlwwie. Lyc nohvl eeioz xo grik fnb ixavx. Af wui lf I fdqcl fom poh? Gpp db S prvr dw jer dpzs?

Br, ww cbezje. Grmie uo qj, tuo zvafyv nhl. Rm’j rrkt, Z kaye ye vc. Q khvxs ye vc. Bye bxm ne oyby rrfwcvr kzfuan. Bye fev ko lyci sgkzj, tuo efryn Q tiemtv aeyced. V’fm yued pzm gyw dupr. Qw hr gietf dpzs, grme I’yv azt ckbzeadtp.

I’yv jv gbyl r lvdbce yyvxee.

Odvn vp qk dboaet uotg.