Amort
In realms where dreams and shadows meld,
Where whispers dance and secrets dwell,
There lies a tale, a story to be told,
Of journeys taken, of hearts grown bold.
In lands of Amort, where time stands still,
And memories fade, yet linger still,
The Burdly burden on weary backs,
We trudge along the winding tracks.
Through Desultory paths, we roam,
Lost in thoughts, far from home,
With each step, a wandering soul,
Seeking purpose, seeking a goal.
Yet, in the midst of this aimless chase,
A glimmer of light, a fleeting grace,
The Fatuous folly of our plight,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
For folly leads where reason fears to tread,
And in its madness, truths are spread,
So let us embrace the foolish ways,
And find wisdom in the midst of haze.
In the tapestry of life, woven with care,
Amort threads of joy and despair,
Burdly burdens we carry with pride,
Desultory paths where fate may reside.
In the end, when all is said and done,
We'll look back at the journey we've begun,
With laughter and tears, we'll reminisce,
On the fatuous folly that led to bliss.