A Selection of Poetry from Borris Iver Kortrevich - Vol. 16

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Selection of Poetry - Vol. 16

17th of Tov ag Yermey, 436 E.S.

[!] A portrait of an adult Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

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Unrelenting

 

A well placed arrow can take down a mighty warrior.
A well timed sword stroke can fell a great fighter.
One misstep can ruin even the hardiest knight,
One wrong action can lead to a cycle of ruin.

 

Strength must inhibit ever bone of a soldier’s body,
Lest he face the grisly end from an enemies’ strike.
Or find themselves overtaken with fear in a critical moment.

Careful planning must be upon the greatest asset.

Never being overlooked, neglected, or placed away.

 

It is the ability to push through that will always win someone the day.

 

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Corruption Only Thickens

 

Pitiful stains upon a tapestry of the finest silk.
You come, you take, and you leave death in your wake.
Why, oh why does your name carry to such sorrow?
Scorn of the earth, spewing poison with every word.

 

Bane of an entire people, bolstering nothing but pain.
A plague, formittible in scale, dragging all under your grip.
Despair looms behind the cowardly and the weak.
You seep into the crowd, spreading out your deceptions.

 

And to the shadows you hide, using fear as your guide.
Then you usurp everything that we try to hold dear.
You corrupt those who trust, a festering wound of misdeed.
Brittle hearts hold no hope, ruined lives hold no future.

 

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Spring Flower

 

How does one compare you to the beauty of the blooming spring flower,
When your beauty far surpasses that of the most gorgeous pedal.
The gentleness of your soul pours from your kind eyes, 
A discernible elegance that springs forth from even aging bones.

 

A glistening radiance befalls you, encircling you forevermore.
When you move, you do so with the utmost amount of grace.
You are water in the harsh desert, beautiful and precious.

 

You have bewitched me, wrapping me around your finger.

How one can resist such immaculate artistry is beyond me. 
You are an enchantress, granted with immense exquisiteness. 
And so I am drawn to you like bee to pollen.

 

How I long to feel your tender touch upon my cheek.
And have a shiver run down my spine every time you call my name. 
You are the breath that runs through my lungs,

I shall never forget such things from the woman I love.

 

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Signed,

Borris Iver Kortrevich KML