GoT Writings

Week 3, Day 4: poem: friend prompt

I was born to rise
above the restraints of humble beginnings

I was born to create
beautiful things which rich men pay plenty

I was born to lavish
attention on those who embrace my life path

Now as the harsh night falls in
I return to my lowly beginnings

Now as the things I create tarnish and break
I know once again mediocrity

Now as my soul cries enough, my friend, where are you?
I fall to an endless nothing

A true friend for all my tomorrows.
That is all that is need in this time of sorrow.
None now appear
now that there is no coin to share.

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and "Game of Thrones"