Monday, 2 May 2016

He leaves behind his sweetheart, to fight

Stel, a woman of Kudra.
I count the time in years before you came
And time since I have left you;
And in between is gain, and loss.
I grieve for you; I dread that I might see you,
Wonder if you're happy where you are, I
Dream of you as if you were forgiving,
Graceful, kind, the traits that I imposed on you
Because I loved you.

I don't love you anymore.

Like one told she is an addict when the
Question of her drinking is suggested,
You took upon yourself the name of monster;
Yes, you'd kill a child, you say, in order
To protect your own and yet you'd call
Me less than decent, less than good
For standing by a bias for the weak.
I couldn't stay here.

I don't love you anymore.

-- Lament of Gideon, Prince of Exiles,  addressed to his Kudrahite Sweetheart

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