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A Lament of the First Age
My words for my sorrow are lacking.
They are crude.
You forged words with gleaming brightness. You spoke them and they hung in the air like crystal, like gold.
You could bring a war to end with a plea for peace so beautiful as to be a sacred thing, whom even the hardest of hearts could not defile.
You would have known how to speak my grief, as you always did.
Your words would have given me comfort. Your songs would have given me peace.
But they slew you, and your songs, and your poems.
I would have saved you. I always did. It was my purpose and my joy. I took the blade and the arrow, I drank the poison and I knew it was worth it to save you. My golden prince. My love.
And the monsters that you could not quell, the things of heartless alien nature, that which could not know itself to even feel your song- those I slew and terrible was the slaying.
I was your lion, your sword, your shield.
I would have died in your stead.
Did you know? It haunts me, your gentle smile, the way you sent me so far away. So far that when they came for you I could not save you.
The ones who buried you did not love you. They entombed you in placating stone for fear of your death-song.
But they didn't know your secret smiles. They didn't know the graceless way you moved when there was no one there.
They didn't see the way, when everyone else reviled me, when I was covered in sweat and blood- the way you cared for me and sung me a song plucked from nothing. A symphony that no one had ever sung before and which no one would ever sing again.
They buried you, and with that my hopes of ever grieving. They stole the moments for my tears with blood and steel.
I can never forgive them. I have lost a thousand lifetimes together. I have lost any chance to hear your voice again.
I am forgetting the secrets of your smile.
I have already forgotten the words of our songs.