Solotris was a working man
Strength portrayed through muscled arm
Of battle he was not a fan
At home his children worked his farm

Karadain a gentle soul
Hadn't fought for quite a while
So long in fact his skills were dull
But the bounty price gave him a smile

Kav was a boy of many traits
A foreigner from war torn lands
Skilled with bow, always shot straight
Bright blue eyes and withered hands

Beth, the queen of sky and soil
She mourned the loss of lover dead
Her kingdom sat in dark turmoil
She wished for Jedediah's head

The Forsaken One, Jedediah
Drew his sword, his jeweled shield
long ago labeled pariah
He stepped onto the battlefield

Solotris, Kav, and Karadain
Ordered by the Lady Beth
Knew their mission was in vain
All to receive early death

Jedediah ****** his sword
Into the dirt beneath his feet
Adjusting voice he found a chord
And hummed so melancholy sweet

Reaching 'neath his armored plate
His withered hand withdrew a note
Words he scribbled for his mate
Words she'd never know he wrote

Demons haunt me from my past
Clawing me from inside out
They wish to bare their teeth at last
These monsters I can't live without

I wore a veil of strong denial
Tried to lay these beasts to rest
To keep them down was just a trial
It seems I haven't passed the test

I've grown to weak, let down my guard
Why is it so hard you ask?
I'm drink and weary, falling hard
Depression comes in a Golden Flask

She tried not to move
As they found their pleasure
Her being so mute
Was a cautious measure

They took their sweet time
As they pressed their advance
They soured her mind
With their bitter "romance"

The violent utensils
A finger, a knife
Her mind was the stencil
That drew out her strife

The notion of fears
Like an oncoming tide
She tried to stop tears
But they wouldn't subside

Her "sisters" so sordid
Left her ****** and bruised
She lay feeling morbid,
Scared and abused

Reflecting the voice
Of indecision
A hostile embrace
The eyes of remission

The fleeing tears
The candid frown
Open ears
Nary a sound

More and more
The skin it cracks
Blisters, sores
A defensive act

Look ahead
There's nothing there
A faceless map
Of silent stares

Look ahead
Pretend to care
The mirror's dead
Was never there

You have stolen my eyes
And my tongue is twisted in awe
I am a servant, you my master
You have me imprisoned in your misleading embrace
Enraptured by your presence

Silently, subtly, sipping your poison

And I cannot turn from the goblet

Results have come back, in good news they lack
Paper held in trembling hands
She hasn't a clue, as to what she should do
Tears forming watery bands

The child wonders on, where her moms hair has gone
She accepts 'cause she isn't the wiser
The mom dries her tears, and puts aside fears
The results? Well they didn't surprise her

Her form ever frail, her soft skin is pale
Her sanity nearing derailment
Her child is fair, with wind in her hair
But the mother's the one with the ailment

She pushes the swing, her daughter she brings
Gentle movements like a dancer
Soon to be dead, hood over her head
Mother has terminal cancer