Songs of The Abyss

Bonfire

In the depths of a forsaken castle, a flickering light beckons.

After a long life transcending the wasteland, I must rest.

I run towards the end, where I see a flickering fire.

Next to the fleeting bonfire, there she sat.

Tawny eyes glimmered in the firelight as she looked at me.

Her luring gaze enthralled me as she called my name.

Her auburn hair fell upon her shoulders like honey.

For the first time in my days, I felt safe.

The stranger offered me repose as she came close.

She saw my body bruised, battered, and tired.

Within her embrace, I found warmth like none other.

For the first time in weeks, I slept soundly.

A keeper of the flames, she claimed to be.

With a golden harp, she sang songs of old.

Her soothing voice caressed my weary soul.

For the first time in months, my ears were blessed.

My arms were tired after so much fighting.

My legs quivered after walking for many miles.

My mind had grown weary after so much anguish.

For the first time in ages, I felt like I was back home.

She told me I was safe in her arms.

I nestled in her loving embrace.

Her name was Heather, Princess of the Silver Moonlight.

For the first time in years, my heart felt something other than pain.

She said she was not of this world.

With every word, she would lure me in deeper.

With every glare, she would push me further.

For the first time in eons, I felt I could trust someone.

As time passed by her side, I learned much about her.

It was then that I realized all my travels would lead to this.

The treasure I sought was not gold or jewels, but solace.

For the first time in my life, I dared to love.