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As rest should be - enduring, still,
As rest should be - enduring, still,


Longing for naught but itself.  
Longing for naught but itself.
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Revision as of 05:06, 1 October 2023

Book of Poetry image

This is a self published book of poetry. It's extremely horny.

Properties

  • Books
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp


Text

[A book of handwritten poems, the ink almost completely faded but for a few enduring words.]


I hold my breath for the sun to fall,

For in the hot collapse of day, I'm brought to you.
While Reithwin sleeps, the world entire is ours,

The grass - our bed, the dew - our silver candles,

The moon and stars our private canopy,

And you the brightest of them all,

My light, my heart, my world.

I would watch the stars with you to the end of time -

But night forever arches into day,

And the sleepy nothing of the sunlit hours will mutter on.

So instead I shall find eternity in a moment,

And by the glance of moonbeams in your eyes will I be brought to rest

As rest should be - enduring, still,

Longing for naught but itself.