I sit in the corner
And life passes by.
My family lay bets
On when I shall die.

They treat me as though
I'm still at the helm,
But secretly wish
I'd depart from this Realm.

I know that I smell
And my hair grows so wild
But I still have my reason,
And I'm no bloody child!

Now my aches sap my will
My spirits are low
And my body won't take me
Where I want to go.

Yet I see in my mind
As clear as the day
The fields of my childhood
Where I used to play.

As the darkness slips o'er me
Dulls the pain in my chest,
I know where I'm going
Is all for the best.

No more cares, no more worries,
No more failures, no pain.
I will play in those fields.
I'll be happy, again.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Valnuary, in the year 378 AF.