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