Location: Shire of Trisel, Trimaris

I am in my late forties, a proud husband, father, and a bard. I am a book pedlar by trade and a bookman by vocation. I am a romantic, a realist, and a Believer. I like a good joke, and a bad one even better. I admire all ladies for the innate beauty that is in each one, but my heart is sworn to the fair and gentle Lady Lorelei, who has consented to share my life and my name.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Bed of Swords

At night I lay upon a bed of swords
Because my lover is so far away.
The blades cut deep, until there are no words;
No rest by night, nor balm to ease my day.

For what can cure the pangs of loneliness?
Her absence leaves an emptiness within
That's more than I can bear, I must confess:
To live alone where once my love has been.

The face I wear in public won't reveal
The restlessness born of my lonely nights.
And I will suffer silently until
Once more my lady stands upon my right.

By day I walk about with wounds concealed
Till only by her presense they are healed.