Backstage

Half a decade passed, for my special place
Where I can let it go, and poetry embrace
Many thoughts inside, some do get quelled
When in conversation, with my tongue held
Words they can flow, when written on a page
You are all invited, to visit the backstage

The Final Rest

The second part of a poem about a role-playing character, the cleric Val Bloom.

Path thus chosen, church I did attend
Learning the religion, that of birth and end
Magic was my thing, all the books I read
Filling up my heart, knowledge in its stead
My bible hates the ones, that will never rest
But should I get the chance, I would fail the test

Soul mate that I lost, grief is deep inside
But I will carry on, and the pain abide
Now working with the dead, before their final rest
Making sure they live, that they look their best
Waiting till that day, when my time is done
When I can look my best, and the world go on

Gloom

The first part of a poem about a role-playing character, the cleric Val Bloom.

Once my heart was full, love it was in Bloom
The girl of my soul, the bringer of my gloom
Elf to my human, a match made to fail
Many years we shared, then she chose to bail
“Mortality” she said, as we fast grew apart
“I cannot watch you die, but keep me in your heart”

Agony I found, when suddenly alone
What had I done wrong, how could I atone?
Turning to the gods, to show me the path
Show me a way, without tears or wrath
The Lady of the Graves, she of death and fate
In her embrace, my sorrow could abate

Shine

Sun in the sky, casting a light
Shining for family, winning a fight
Sun is approaching, summer is near
Shining for work, that’s almost here
Sun going down, end of the day
Shining for proof, that all is okay

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