All But Dust

POETRY NEWS #4331
Date: 06/19/2013 at 14:09
From: Mistress Mystara D'Aud'tore
To : Everyone
Subj: All But Dust

Sweet travelers,
dear vagabonds
Won't you walk with me
On this road?
Whether you take my hand
or wield your blade
let us walk together
Down this endless stretch.

I am a mere toy
fodder for the masses,
yet I walk beside you,
a plaything of life.
Shall we seek the ending
Or is it too far to reach?
Will I be yours to embrace
Or will your blade touch my throat?

I am content to wait
for the final act to begin
and I have no desire
for my curtain call.
I fear not
the grande finale
for I know
I won't bow alone.

We pray with seperate hands,
And we see with different eyes
but our steps are the same
our hearts beat as one.
We are all but children
to our mother the world
and when we bow,
we are all but dust.


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ero, in the year 628 AF.