I Will Remember You... My Dear King...
All things come to pass, I knew this day would come.
The seasons wax and wane before autumn arrives,
Winter approaching with the unceasing beat of its drum,
And everything green shrivels up and dies. Your life as a married man should not have been your autumn.
She should have been your love, your steadfast ally,
Instead, she stabbed you in the back, her words naught but venom,
And she tossed you away, callously into merciless Death's Valley. Oh, how cruel is life and how the world turns.
At night, the moons watch, their blank stares judging us all,
And by day, the sun's glare ever burns.
Hopes incinerated, our attempts judged by their gall... I miss you, I wish duty had not gotten in our way.
My station in society was no different hers.
Curse her and the Undoer every night and very day!
And may she get what she deserves, a death that she utterly deserves! I miss you... I miss your touch...
I wish I wasn't alone, I wish I was held deep within your embrace.
I miss you so, so much...
My heat will not stop aching, my eyes still seek your face... All I have left of you is the portrait I sketched of you.
I keep needing to look at it, I'm afraid I'll forget...
My tears will not stop, I do not know what to do!
Come back... return to me, my love... I will remember you... my dear king...
The seasons wax and wane before autumn arrives,
Winter approaching with the unceasing beat of its drum,
And everything green shrivels up and dies. Your life as a married man should not have been your autumn.
She should have been your love, your steadfast ally,
Instead, she stabbed you in the back, her words naught but venom,
And she tossed you away, callously into merciless Death's Valley. Oh, how cruel is life and how the world turns.
At night, the moons watch, their blank stares judging us all,
And by day, the sun's glare ever burns.
Hopes incinerated, our attempts judged by their gall... I miss you, I wish duty had not gotten in our way.
My station in society was no different hers.
Curse her and the Undoer every night and very day!
And may she get what she deserves, a death that she utterly deserves! I miss you... I miss your touch...
I wish I wasn't alone, I wish I was held deep within your embrace.
I miss you so, so much...
My heat will not stop aching, my eyes still seek your face... All I have left of you is the portrait I sketched of you.
I keep needing to look at it, I'm afraid I'll forget...
My tears will not stop, I do not know what to do!
Come back... return to me, my love... I will remember you... my dear king...
Author: Phasathúlel of House Súvalsabai, first daughter of the head of the House.
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