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| − | = Ashmedai's Poetry =
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| − | 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.
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| − | == Hope of Dawn ==
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| − | I hardly recognize it
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| − | This place we used to dwell
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| − | The echoes of your laughter
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| − | No longer here will swell
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| − | As I recall your face
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| − | And what happened after
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| − | I wait and look to the east
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| − | And pray for some sign of dawn
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| − | I tried to hasten to your aid
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| − | But the path, it was so long
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| − | They left no sign, no token
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| − | All that I found
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| − | Was word that you were gone
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| − | So I walk here endlessly
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| − | But always softly waiting
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| − | Because I dare not mourn
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| − | While there is some hope of dawn
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| − | Always promised I'd see you here
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| − | Now I've lost you, and so I fear
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| − | I'll never find you, wherever I go
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| − | And though I love you still
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| − | They left me nothing to hold in my arms
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| − | And though I always will
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| − | It feels so wrong
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| − | This waiting here so long
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| − | A broken-hearted wanderer is all
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| − | Your passing left of me
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| − | But shoulders squared up strong
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| − | I turn and carry on
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| − | I've waited here too long
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| − | And so I must abandon you
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| − | And fight against despairing
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| − | For I have no time to mourn
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| − | Though there is no hope of dawn
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| − | -for Azure Sky
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| − | == Haiku ==
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| − | 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.
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| − | What remains of love-
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| − | This gently fallen cinder
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| − | Winking in the grass
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| − | A blossoming dream
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| − | Plucked in her springtime beauty
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| − | Awake to winter
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