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Poetry News Post #1924

The Fall

Written by: Nepthys
Date: Tuesday, December 6th, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone


The Fall

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From birth I learned, devoured books, absorbed all I could find
I fed my body, fed my soul, but most of all my mind
I thought myself of wisdom filled, I thought myself aware
But when you took me in your arms, when caught within your stare

Oh how it fled, that knowledge earned, those hours of studious work
Into a void, right off a cliff, drowned in pools of greatest murk
For all I sensed right then was you, your breath against my nape
My every instinct called me forth - my lips met yours and we escaped

Into a world I had not known, no tome could ever teach
Not even in a library, nor Maurics, nor even great Spinesreachs
The challenge stumps all those who try, even studious Herolt
To capture love in simple words, in poem or in quote

But I must try, my dearest friends, to scribe what I have felt
When searching your amethyst eyes, when in your grasp I melt
How selfish could I hope to be, to keep this to myself?
How avaricious of my soul to be alone in loves great wealth?

So citizens of Sapience all, be you close friend or vicious foe
I wish upon you all to feel the feeling, in his eyes I am bestowed
For even if we fight over resources or Ylem
Even if you stab me
Even if poison you send
Even if your barbs have hurt
Even if Im despised
Even if you loathe my words
Even if& because of you, in tragic happenstance, Ive died.

There's no reason you should not feel what I have felt this week
The greatest treasure, greatest joy, the one in power we usually seek
Can here be found, not battleground, nor on the stage of war
Not in a fight, not for the Light
Not in foes fall, not for the Wall
Not even Mother Natures call

But in the time we spend together, in comrades arms embraced
So drop your weapons, still your blades and to your friends make haste
Do not skirt the precipice, fearing that found below
For love is wide, and love is deep, and turbulent is its flow

But for this feeling, for this flood that rages and claims all
For love, oh love, for love alone,
I gladly jump,
willing, I fall.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 8th of Lanosian, in the year 506 MA.


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