What a Lifetime Forgets

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Quick poem from the P.O.V of our favourite (super, godlike) Elfness. I was thinking one day, Oh My Cow! (LOL Bobo) If I lived forever there'd be so much that I'd want to talk about, but nobody who hadn't been there wouldn't understand it. It'd be sort of like my entire life was an inside-joke with myself. For some reason, I was majorly depressed because of this. And, lo and behold, I wrote poetry. Giggle giggle! Not…exactly…what normal people…call good…but enjoy =^^=

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They perceive only mirth, only glee

Too caught up in their fantasies to see

What lies beneath alabaster skin,

Too convinced that I'm just fine

To care what lies deep within

Don't know what it is about the stars that makesme cry.

They see how I fade, facing stone but don't question why,

Don't think about each year I've lived, each lifetime,

I'm just another mountain for them to forget

After it's climbed.

They can't imagine what I see in my sleep,

Those killed by my hands, how their families weep,

Don't see how my hands trembled seeing each orphaned child-

I've killed their fathers, exiled them to the wild,

No, they don't see every dead beast

Nor every one of my kin's bittersweet farewell feast,

Can't imagine the darkness I've known, year by year-

They know me only for my cheer.

No, they see only mirth and glee,

Never bother to see me,

My memories from a millenium ago, or just last September,

It seems what each lifetime they forget,

I'm bound to remember.