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Revision as of 00:46, 17 December 2023
Book of Poetry was likely written by a Reithwin resident who passed away on a rooftop beneath the moon.
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
Where to find
- On the rooftop of House of Healing X: -205 Y: 2
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.