'Radiant Soul', spoketh the Dawn, 'canst thou hear me?' 'Morninglord', spoketh the Soul, 'I believed thou hadst forsaken me.' 'Radiant Soul', spoketh the Dawn, 'I have sought to reach thee time and again.' 'Morninglord', spoketh the Soul, 'thou couldst not touch me through the pain.' 'Radiant Soul', spoketh the Dawn, 'the rays of dawn could not pierce the darkness thou hast dwelt within.' 'Morninglord', spoketh the Soul, 'yet now I feel thy gift once more upon my skin. 'Radiant Soul', spoketh the Dawn, 'take the hand I offer thee. 'Thou hast the strength to return to me.' 'Morninglord', spoketh the Soul, 'Once again, I burn for thee. 'Defy the shadows with thy aid— 'No longer am a helpless shade— 'Thy flame empowereth me.'

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'Oh, Dawn', spoketh Loss, 'loosen thy grip on his soul, for he can no longer serve thee well.' 'Lady Loss', spoketh the Dawn, 'he may yet redeem himself, and rise from where he fell.' 'Oh, Dawn', spoketh Loss, 'he walketh my domain. Thou art powerless to stay my claim.' 'Lady Loss', spoketh the Dawn, 'what is one soul to thee? Art thou not weary of this game?' 'Oh, Dawn', spoketh Loss, 'thou dost not comprehend me. 'I care not for his soul, but strive only to weaken thee.' 'Lady Loss', spoketh the Dawn, 'his soul doth yet burn bright. 'He may yet turn from thy shadows unto my light.'

'Poor Soul', spoketh Loss, 'art thou in pain?' 'Always', spoketh the Soul, 'yet thy barter for me shall be in vain.' 'Poor Soul', spoketh Loss, 'thou shalt be welcome in my embrace.' 'Never', spoketh the Soul, 'thy arms are but a cold, unfeeling place.' 'Poor Soul', spoketh Loss, 'where there is naught, there shalt thou find peace.' 'I'd rather', spoketh the Soul, 'bear pain than yield yet another piece.' 'Poor Soul', spoketh Loss, 'thy light, it fades. 'And ever more easily my darkness invades.' 'Thou shalt see', spoketh the Soul, 'my flame hath not yet died. 'Time and again I have from darkness pried— 'what little hath remained of me— 'shalt never, ever yield to thee.'

A piece I did for fanfiction that I'm really, really proud of.

Archaic poetry is always a pain in the ass to write. But I feel it turned out great!

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The cover for the fanfic "Broken Mirrors" A picture of Astarion and Rolim hugging in front of a broken mirror. Text says: BROKEN MIRRORS - ACT 2 - by ShandoraTheExplorer

'Oh, Dawn', spoketh Loss, 'loosen thy grip on his soul, for he can no longer serve thee well.' 'Lady Loss', spoketh the Dawn, 'he may yet redeem himself, and rise from where he fell.' 'Oh, Dawn', spoketh Loss, 'he walketh my domain. Thou art powerless to stay my claim.' 'Lady Loss', spoketh the Dawn, 'what is one soul to thee? Art thou not weary of this game?' 'Oh, Dawn', spoketh Loss, 'thou dost not comprehend me. 'I care not for his soul, but strive only to weaken thee.' 'Lady Loss', spoketh the Dawn, 'his soul doth yet burn bright. 'He may yet turn from thy shadows unto my light.'

'Poor Soul', spoketh Loss, 'art thou in pain?' 'Always', spoketh the Soul, 'yet thy barter for me shall be in vain.' 'Poor Soul', spoketh Loss, 'thou shalt be welcome in my embrace.' 'Never', spoketh the Soul, 'thy arms are but a cold, unfeeling place.' 'Poor Soul', spoketh Loss, 'where there is naught, there shalt thou find peace.' 'I'd rather', spoketh the Soul, 'bear pain than yield yet another piece.' 'Poor Soul', spoketh Loss, 'thy light, it fades. 'And ever more easily my darkness invades.' 'Thou shalt see', spoketh the Soul, 'my flame hath not yet died. 'Time and again I have from darkness pried— 'what little hath remained of me— 'shalt never, ever yield to thee.'

New chapter of #BrokenMirrors is up!!
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'Oh, Dawn', spoketh Loss, 'loosen thy grip on his soul, for he can no longer serve thee well.' 'Lady Loss', spoketh the Dawn, 'he may yet redeem himself, and rise from where he fell.' 'Oh, Dawn', spoketh Loss, 'he walketh my domain. Thou art powerless to stay my claim.' 'Lady Loss', spoketh the Dawn, 'what is one soul to thee? Art thou not weary of this game?' 'Oh, Dawn', spoketh Loss, 'thou dost not comprehend me. 'I care not for his soul, but strive only to weaken thee.' 'Lady Loss', spoketh the Dawn, 'his soul doth yet burn bright. 'He may yet turn from thy shadows unto my light.'

Sometimes I just get the urge to...

Inspiration: www.contemplator.com/england/deat...

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