Aramanth, You Never Had To Change Your Network Provider

I don’t want to be the fifth caller in the queue.

I want to

Bleed out in the snow,

Moonlight dancing off my

Tinselled armour as my lungs

Rattle, soul tugging on

My ribs like a dog’s jaws

On sinew and fur.

I don’t want to hear about a better contract.

I want to

See the glow from her

Distant tower, and curse the day I

Clasped this quest, half-knowing I’d

Never sigh again in springtime

Forests, for fate would

Hunt me down.

No, I don’t want to upgrade instead.

I want to

Hear her in the mist,

Call my name and not know

Whether a dream or death

Has kissed me, but ruby silk

Sews my bones anew,

And I rise for one last battle.