Vanimar

The poem, written at the Poetry Improvisation Game at the Spire of Meetings, received word to use was "Lady".

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I sit in tavern, noisy one.

Which goblet am I drinking?

The sun goes down, day is done...

About her I'm thinking.

The Lady enters, full of grace,

And walks among the drunkards.

Can't get my eyes off faultless face...

Alas, I am below her standards.

***

For Kin, Lord and Duty, for Justice or around her,
A step, then one more, a hit and a counter
You shatter in pain and fall to a knee
Is it of anger or blood the curtain you  see?

But defeated is only the one who stays down!
While breathing, stand up, uphold your renown!
Don't die in a way that you learned to condemn
You stand up, brace yourself and go back at THEM!

He needed answers. He needed some clarity, and so did I. What did I want from him?

~ ~ ~

Winter was coming to the valley, that much was clear by the crisp night air, and the increasingly fleeting hours of daylight. The brown, red and gold leaves had mostly fallen from the trees; only the pines still held onto their greenery in the face of the relentless march of the seasons.