Once I have lost, and it will come again
The pain that follows, my heart it will be slain
Is the point of life, to await the day
When we say goodbye, and you go away?
I will have to treasure, the time that you are here
Before you are to go, and forever disappear
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