The Last Days – Contemplating the end
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Come my friends, from the lands that you roam, with stories of old, when monsters were stalled and dragons fell in epic battles long, through deception, corruption, betrayal and honor.
Come gather and sit as the fire flickers blue and speak of times past, before your gone too. Faded to memory like the flames burning cold. Speak the stories that man will crave when the order is gone.
As the battle outside rages accept the storm has come and gone, know that soon it will be our time to fall, as we face our last days and will see the end to it all, as the old guard is rapidly aging. Remember heroes of old in the battles we fought, the demons we stood to when fear had taken hold, the people we saved when evil was near.
Remember the healers, the warriors that mages, the men… Remember the faeries, the gnomes, the halfling and lizard men . Remember all the blood that your swords dripped in pain, remember the innocent whose lives you saved.
Shed tears for your brothers you lost on the way, your sisters who vanished without a whisper of why or when. Remember the quest you first took that cold winters day, the one that started your adventure to pain.
Then cry as you remember those horrors you sustained, as the world around you slowly decayed and then bow your head in the tears you have made as everything around you has long since changed.
Come my friends from the lands that you roamed, speak your last journeys before you are gone, of the monsters you defeated and the dragons you slayed. Of the days you were used and the revenge that you craved.
Then as you finish to the fire gone told, as you say goodbye to the friends you hold close, shut the book at last for the days have since gone, and look around you to see that all you spoken has past.
Then stand so quietly to the silent day, to not look back just step away… to walk forward proud of all that you have done, as at last through age the time has come.
About The Author
Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!
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That was beautiful, can’t wait to see more poems from this talented writer !! I loved it all !!
Sweetheart, this is truly a wonderful work of art. I understand the sentiment behind it. Sometimes, things do change and we do move on, but only when we are ready and only to better things. I love all your poems, the ones inspired by rpgs, the ones inspired by real life, the ones fanciful and the ones profound. You are very talented.