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Fallen gods, Fallen love
Ruth
Singapore
This poem was originally intended to be a personal poem in Ruth's journal in-game, but since it related a little to the fallen gods theme, I thought "Why not?" and decided to submit it anyway. Didn't win anything, but I'd like to share it just as well because I like poems! It features a bit of Ruth's repressed feelings through the Bal'met event and these feelings have been featured a little in one of @Jurixe's stories:
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Nine years have passed
Since that fateful day
When we met to speak.
On that same month,
Divine blood was shed.
I watched as wrath consumed you.
What once resided within your heart
Burnt furiously away into cinders.
Upset, you claimed I killed Them
... as though mortals could kill Gods!
Lord Apollyon's turn soon came;
He met the end that He deserved.
Suffering washed over me in waves.
Was this what true anguish was?
In grief, I went to you for comfort.
Could I have known, Mr. Smiles
This visit would be my last?
For in our conversations, I thought
That you had understood quite well
I ranked faith and duty before myself.
My punishment came - appropriate of sorts -
For a woman who aided the Worldreaver.
You pushed me away when Selene fell,
So that which bloomed in Caer Witrin
Wilted and perished in us as She did.
I kept count.
Nine years have passed
Since your last message.
Your ribbon had not eased my pain..
I guess it means Bal'met has left
His brand of scars on me as well.
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