Guardian's End

Another fantasy poem, this time inspired by video-game Dragon Age: Origins. It's describing last moments of dying warrior.

I always believed in fairytales,

That person can accomplish anything,

Now here in Maker's forsaken place,

In darkness I can't see a thing. 

Once I was young, proud and strong,

Now thirty years have passed and taint drew me in,

In darkness I fought enemies, painfully long,

I am crumbling from within. 

My blade is not sharp as once was been,

And shield indented, bent and broken,

My arms are weak, and I have seen

stains on my skin of which other have spoken.

Deep roads are now my resting place,

And I can hear Old God calling my name, 

In the void I can see his face,

This is my destiny, there's no one to blame.

I'm dying now for tainted blade,

Had struck my groin, left hideous mark,

I will leave tonight to the Maker's side,

Cause I can hear them snarling in the dark. 

Author's Note

From the lore: Taint which I am speaking of is Grey Warden taint. They are fabled warriors which are battling Darkspawn, hideous creatures which spread sickness and taint wherever they go. They drink their blood and become immune to taint, but after thirty years they succumb to it and go deep below the surface from where Darkspawn originate, fighting them until they die.

Reviews

[Rahul]

It's a piece. An art of writing.

[Anna a. S.M.]

I love this part...
"My blade is not sharp as once was been,
And shield indented, bent and broken"

Really great!

[C Mack Lewis]

I love the phrase 'Old God' and I really like your poetry. Keep at it!

[Salahian Dame]

Thank you, very, very much! ♥