Book of Poetry

Book of Poetry was likely written by a Reithwin resident who passed away on a rooftop beneath the moon.

This is a self published book of poetry. It's extremely horny.

Properties

• Books
• Rarity: Common
•  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
• Price: 14 gp
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  UID

  BOOK_UNI_BookOfPoetryHouseOfHealing
  UUID

  51a11b55-fc8a-400a-acbc-6d701d291e09

Where to find

• On the rooftop of House of Healing X: -205 Y: 2

Text

[A book of handwritten poems, the ink almost completely faded but for a few enduring words.]

I hold my breath for the sun to fall,

For in the hot collapse of day, I'm brought to you.

While Reithwin sleeps, the world entire is ours,

The grass - our bed, the dew - our silver candles,

The moon and stars our private canopy,

And you the brightest of them all,

My light, my heart, my world.

I would watch the stars with you to the end of time -

But night forever arches into day,

And the sleepy nothing of the sunlit hours will mutter on.

So instead I shall find eternity in a moment,

And by the glance of moonbeams in your eyes will I be brought to rest

As rest should be - enduring, still,

Longing for naught but itself.