Bloody Black Sleeves in a Broken, Abandoned City

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[!] An elven teenager litters in the abandoned streets of Siraminde

 

Blood on the sleeves of my pitch black dress

Guess I've gotten tired of always looking my best

A heart full of pain and eyes full of tears 

As I've come face to face with the worst of my fears

 

We watched as our Silver People bled on the floor 

Doesn't change the fact that you care for her more 

Ha, and to think I thought it was I you adored

The fact she's a Vallah makes it hurt so much more 

 

What will you think in a hundred years time?

You chose her ugly wrinkles over skin as fair as mine

Where will you be in two hundred years?

After you're forced to meet every one of your fears?

 

Crumbled to ash, scattered in the wind

The flame in your heart will have surely waned and dimmed

In five hundred years, will you still visit her tomb?

Or will you take your own life, having been lost in your doom?

 

Your soul will be broken, nothing left to repair

Like the shattered ring you threw in the air

Will you remember that too?

When you tore my heart in two?

I doubt it, apparently I never meant much to you

 

The life I envisioned

Torn to oblivion

Like these silver streets I walk:

Hope shattered, broken like chalk

Wondering if everything is always for naught

Like my broken heart, a war wasn't fought 

A single battle took place, and nothing but damage was sought

 

The blood of a people, dripping like rain 

A heart left in ruin, now numb from the pain 

A father looks at his daughter, and he sees nothing to gain 

I miss when we were children, just playing our games

 

The Silver City's lights shined so bright back then, 

Thought I had it all worked out, thought it would all go as planned 

Now the streets are empty, like this hole in my chest 

All I understand now, is that life is one cruel jest