Lae'zel, who I meant to in all support
With inward and with outward heart expressed!
Killed me, an int'mate thing carefully done
And now I live — a fickle, mortal jest
No magic spell nor incantatíons
Work fresh to bring the air back to her lung
And so I here describe her mem'ry best
As I can try in sovereign, metered tongue
But murder meter never could oppose
No matter thing stopped still with just a word
The thing the living and the dead now share
Silence — no word to speak, no act deferred
A new friend made, lost, made, and now without
An overpowering guilt, the cloak of doubt
For she lays dead who asked permission first
And I who gave in hearing her full tale
Remember well the words that preface this
That her lips on my ears they did prevail
She told me I would be that I would not
and that she'd slay me now from her concern
And others, too, forgetting not her self
That we not be o'erpowered in our turn
By those that flay the minds she was assured;
and plant themall within you may surmise
Our bodies would have laid our souls to rest
eternal torment trapped behind the eyes
And there our hands and brains be fertile soil
to ever their eldritch infernal toil.
And so this awful fate I must refute
and find her awful answer in her hand
No hesitation laid before the blade
At that, the party's aggro broke its dam.
Full dead in a quick instant I then were
Descended as the blows upon her fell
Wyll, Gale, each gone, til Shadow and the vamp
Brought me back here and sent her strai't to hell.
Now hear the great red tears that I might reap
Or rend in our pathetic sense of time
That saving me she sought to end my life
We now load her in earth of death and rhyme.
Still, failure forward follows in the wake
Of consequences too great to escape.
Now Lae'zel past, and only I still mourn.
Astarion — forgotten just like that
And Shadow, our remaining sister-friend
Would never even deign to doff her cap
Not just Lae'zel, but so Wyll quickly gone
A life both lived and lost by terr'ble Blade
What pacts of his or promise undisclosed
or challenges unanswered lie in wait?
And I — unlike them, I still stand aloft
Alive, above the earth, despite this purge
Too many selves interred in this short path
and that without indulging my dark urge
to regret my assent to face her knife
and fight her off, to save her once-dear life
