There came to be a fork in the road From where our paths once crossed Love like ours damned where the rivers flowed The ring I held so close, meaning's lost. I watched you kiss the strong and beat the weak And splashed the mud across my face Showing young ones your evil streak Then you pushed me out of that place. You can't work you magic on me I'm immune to your runestaff So curse me with your wizardry And hear my dragons laugh. You rose up to the top of your realm With your gilded robes and faithful gang Mages with their hard leather helms Too many enemies, too many to train. Our paths will cross in a different way You'll turn to your renegade friends Feel my wrath, I'm the ultimate enemy to slay Fire from my soul will bring your end. There came to be a fork in the road From where our paths once crossed We were damned where the rivers flowed The ring I held so close, love's labour's lost. You just can't use your magic on me I am immune to your obsidian So curse me with your wizardry Feel my wrath to your end...
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem nearly two years ago about my last ex-boyfriend. His major addiction was a game on a BBS called Major Mud. His life became less about us and more about a virtual computer game.
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