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By: Ellodin Posted on: March 31, 2016
Remember, once upon a time
when we, with starry eyes,
had not yet reached our golden prime
and so, were not despised?
It feels like such a faraway dream;
the years sure take their toll...
A Divine plot, a mortal scheme,
another petty goal.
Old Handel, with his candled choir
taught us of Good and Light;
the harsher lessons: battle's fire
burning through the night.
So we grew older side by side
as friends and confidants;
our skills grew great just like our pride,
our visions, and our wants.
But we were not the same at heart,
our journeys would diverge;
For other lands I would depart
and you, your power surged.
In Cyrene, I found peace and calm,
in Ashtan I found war;
While you found clarity in psalms,
mine came from battle's roar.
Despite our cities' enmities
we always shared a bond;
We took the time for pleasantries,
to earnestly respond.
By Bal'met's hand, great Gods were felled,
the world turned on its head;
strong motives openly revealed,
the whole world felt His tread.
Our cruelest words came spilling forth,
we said things worth regret;
long-simmering discontent unearthed
and uncollected debts.
For me, it seems our history
will not just disappear;
in silence, I've found misery
and sometimes, even tears.
Time's truly changed so much, my dear,
but some things never do;
Come with me, we'll live out our years:
old has-beens, through and through.