Please, Lady Valnurana, Take Me Back!
(a sonnet by Sylvance DeFleur)


"Who'd snooze a century?" I hear you call.
"There's continents to roam, streams to deplete,
And Sirens need no beauty sleep at all!"
Okay, you've made your point: my sin's replete.

One decade snored the next. Now I have roused
And found Sapience lost to my old ken.
Now Guilds are Houses, by new Patrons espoused,
Credits are Bound, and I've forgotten when
The Bardic's judged. Seems I'm the oldest fool
To walk this place, and coldest (clothes decay).
And, whilst Merindia's table may still call,
My bank's in Shallam, and I've undreamed the way.
Where is my Double Jab? I left it here!
Leeches expire me e'en I'm graced by stars.
I'm drunk after three shot glasses of cheer.
The good news? I'm no worse at duels and spars...

So much to learn, unlearn, relearn; I WEEP!
Screw this: I'm going back to dreams and sleep.

FIN

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Aeguary, in the year 469 AF.