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Ashmedai's Poetry

Well, you didn't heed the warnings, and here you are about to look at the works of poetry penned by a sentimental swordsman walking Creation like Kain in Kung-Fu, or Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction, but mostly like a very sad and lonely paragon of virtue in the Second Age. Most are about women he has loved, who have subsequently died. If you want to live a life full of joy, do not stare at this man's grief.

Hope of Dawn

I hardly recognize it
This place we used to dwell
The echoes of your laughter
No longer here will swell
As I recall your face
And what happened after
I wait and look to the east
And pray for some sign of dawn

I tried to hasten to your aid
But the path, it was so long
They left no sign, no token
All that I found
Was word that you were gone

So I walk here endlessly
But always softly waiting
Because I dare not mourn
While there is some hope of dawn

Always promised I'd see you here
Now I've lost you, and so I fear
I'll never find you, wherever I go
And though I love you still
They left me nothing to hold in my arms
And though I always will
It feels so wrong 
This waiting here so long

A broken-hearted wanderer is all 
Your passing left of me
But shoulders squared up strong
I turn and carry on
I've waited here too long

And so I must abandon you
And fight against despairing
For I have no time to mourn
Though there is no hope of dawn

 -for Azure Sky

Haiku

Since all I can write in the real world seems to be humorous haiku, I have had great difficulty writing any sort of serious poetry. This is as close as I can usually get.

What remains of love-
This gently fallen cinder
Winking in the grass

A blossoming dream
Plucked in her springtime beauty
Awake to winter