Memories of Old
Featuring GuardianGhost's Balthamos
Shades, shadows, memories of old
Passing through the Forest hold
Their heads once held pictograms gold
But now they wander namelessly cold
I watch them pass many a deer
Who seem to miss those that appear
So I conclude that their presence here
May only be seen by those without fear
They call and call and ask for aid
Their voices quiet like a whisper fade
Those that hear run off afraid
Fearing they disturbed a deceased shade
I approach and try to assist
But they wander away, my help missed
I sigh and watch them vanish in the mist
They must not even know I exist
I go my own way into the Forest alone
Quiet and calm with little a moan
Until I become lost in the Ruin's throne
I sit in my cradle and rest my bones
Here all around me are those long dead
Who slumber without worry or dread
It's here I realize my thoughts were misled
Wanderers know always where they tread
I close my eyes and begin to rest
Settling quietly here in my nest
As shades and shadows linger depressed
Their situation mine not to contest
I feel honoured Quad,
Mostly because, if I'm not mistaken, no one commissioned you this, so it makes me think that my character directly inspired you.
My favourite part.
I love it all, anyway, you really got the character.
Maybe one day I'll find a way to repay your kindness c:
I was in the mood to write