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Drasche
Guest
Rain, rain falling on my sill
Still no sign of letting up
Each drop a curse to my will
Each drop to fill a tainted cup
Sitting here with my arms crossed
Lost in a tortured reverie
My world is tossed
A boat upon a stormy sea
Building, building is the crescendo
An arcing pain at its climax
No longer sane because I said so
Just clutching the bits that aren't so taxed
Understatements made in my hallowed halls
Tapestries woven with spider's silk
-now cut into shawls
-to warm a body racked with guilt
Torrents, torrents to fill the throne
Drowning bone and flesh alike
-and bursting walls in my home
The floods from my reddening eyes
I appeal to you to stop this nonsense
Turn from your foolish ways!
By my own order I was sent
-only to waste a year of days
Father, Father in kindness I err'd
For the sake of a lost cause I strayed
Into the face of mercy I have stared
In this unforgiveness no longer can I delay
I am abandoning this outpost
Let it be desolate and rot
I now return to the Kingdom's host
I will leave the scorners with their lot.
~Drasche Borgannah
Still no sign of letting up
Each drop a curse to my will
Each drop to fill a tainted cup
Sitting here with my arms crossed
Lost in a tortured reverie
My world is tossed
A boat upon a stormy sea
Building, building is the crescendo
An arcing pain at its climax
No longer sane because I said so
Just clutching the bits that aren't so taxed
Understatements made in my hallowed halls
Tapestries woven with spider's silk
-now cut into shawls
-to warm a body racked with guilt
Torrents, torrents to fill the throne
Drowning bone and flesh alike
-and bursting walls in my home
The floods from my reddening eyes
I appeal to you to stop this nonsense
Turn from your foolish ways!
By my own order I was sent
-only to waste a year of days
Father, Father in kindness I err'd
For the sake of a lost cause I strayed
Into the face of mercy I have stared
In this unforgiveness no longer can I delay
I am abandoning this outpost
Let it be desolate and rot
I now return to the Kingdom's host
I will leave the scorners with their lot.
~Drasche Borgannah