Strangers

Never talk to strangers, parents always say
And to go with them, a thing you never may
But how can I then know, if he is friend or foe?
If I do not follow, I will never know
But then the day I followed, thinking him a friend
I came to know a foe, which brought my life to end

Bhaerau

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

A flow of many memories, they’re disintegrating all
Even though I try, they break down my mental wall
Who are you shadows, plotting my descend
I never asked for this, for you to me attend
Now I don’t crave for power, I only lust for clarity
And then I’ll find and kill you all, you masters of conspiracy