Cold Inside

A poem about the second of my major role-playing characters, the archmage Bhaerau Spellvein.

When the morning comes, I’m already awake
Always in the dark, after my mistake
The only thing I feel, is the cold inside
Ever since that day, I left my life and died
If my heart could talk, regret is all I’d say
Never take that plunge, and leave the light of day

The AlFiebet – C

C is for care, that you hide so well
But anything that bothers you, inside it will swell
C is for care, that you do so much
Never letting go, of any unfair touch
C is for care, you got a big heart
Feeling all the things I do, when we are apart


Two years ago, a milestone passed
Struggling at times, but inspiration vast
Like that perfect score, a goal to reach
Sharing all my thoughts, this a place to preach
It’s the legal limit, and lowest credit score
I cannot wait to see, all that is in store

Communicative Decline

You ask for my aid, and I give my word
Help it will come, but for you it’s blurred
Relaying your need, the channels are true
But from your position, all it is askew
I broke my promise, by no fault of mine
But you pay the price, communicative decline

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