ARDIC ORE
HISTORY
SORROW ...
by the Anonymous bard
I was naive. I was the one who left. It is my fault.
I should not have left.
He took her heart, I had no idea; I was away.
I was naive. I came back, she was gone.
It was her right to leave. I was the one who
abandoned.
I should not have left.
I told her I would be back soon. I was not.
I should not have left.
When I returned, she told me quite happily --
She thought we were just friends...
I thought we were much more.
I was wrong.
I tried desperately to contain my sorrow,
My wounds, until she was away.
I failed.
I should not have left.
The deck seems to present itself.
These were not used in a long time.
The Medicine Cards,
They have healed before,
When wounds were not deep.
They are deep now.
I should not have left.
Three cards are drawn.
First the Whale.
A majestic whale, in all its glory.
The whale; wisdom; ancient power.
Some now would be useful.
It would be too late, anyway.
I should not have left.
Second, the Swan.
She was the Swan;
Beauty, gracefulness,
It was why she strayed.
She was the most beautiful person known.
He knew that....he could appreciate that.
I should not have left.
Third, the Rabbit.
I am the Rabbit, cowering in fear.
I thought we were more than friends.
I was wrong.
Why do I not just crawl into my hole,
Where I can disturb none with my sorrows?
I should not have left.
The cards have failed.
The wounds remain, my soul bleeding out.
I can feel my will to live slipping away.
I think of what might have happened...
If I had not left.
ack
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