This Tale I speak of woe
Isnt meant to anger... No
This is meant to educate
Not to show an unfounded hate

A time ago, an aging man choose to follow his heart
Going from the friends and allies, from his designated spot
And wondered for a time. Until he learned his part
Following his trusted friend, he joined something new, something hot.

For a time he was only learning, just sitting there,
until offered do something to help his new friends alot
He was to join the ranks of Secretary, along with another pair
He was to join the ranks of Secretary, along with another pair

This aging man did his best, worked in harmony between all the worlds he
saw
City, guild, Order, each and all
Until this man got fed up with harassment, and lack of help by many, if
not all.
During a fit, for that was what it was, he left his city, free from
political claw

His friend and leader was giving him time,
Letting him figure out his situation,
perhaps letting him learn why it was he started to climb
But it wasnt to be, someone had made a bad insinuation.

Not knowing what was happening, made things worse
In a corner, this man did what had to be done
Leaving the guild he loved, hurting worse than any curse
He walked away, knowing he had had fun

Anger built inside the aging man,
For he had little else that he could do
The flames in his heart, her name was the fan
Burning him up inside, with hatred, he was through

After wondering and wandering
He learned about himself.
It wasnt anger or hatred, or even pain that was smoldering
It was pity, for her, and even for himself.

After taking the time to let it go,
He decided his home he needed to see
Perhaps see if the river of life had slowed its flow
Enough at least for him to begin again, and head to the sea

It had changed, this river of life was still in the rapids
Dangerous enough to make him back peddle
clinging to shore, and what it did just happens
To be what made him permanently estranged to her.

the pain still resides, though it no longer can be kindled to flame
Pity and remorse has dampened the ash of life before
When asked to return home, as the saying goes, once bitten twice shy
It is why This old man has left to stake a new claim
Learning again, life isnt just a chore
All this may explain, just what I mean to say, for this is the only
answer Why

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Glacian, in the year 346 AF.