Selection of Poetry [!] A portrait of Borris Iver Kortrevich   17th of Msitza and Dargund, 412 E.S.                      “Gone”   It dipped into the depths, this last light of mine. Entrenched in this darkness, I waste away in this  Gloom ridden tower. The skies floods with dark,  Warm colors.. I shout, but I am consumed by The echoing of the waves upon rocks  On the cliffside. Nothing remains for all shall  Fall into