Restoration Required

Foreign born in my ancestral home, a feeling of belonging arises.

Craving the freedom of War experienced in my youth, struggling to accept the life after.

Soul destroyed body survived.

Inner peace evades my grasp in the new home, in my homelands, and in foreign domains.

Unsettling presence of inhabitants long severed from this sacred land.

The glory to die with brothers forsaken to an heir received, who shoulders the blood in the diluted stream of once was.

Fighting for my own, breastworks and trenches of my mind defend those I hold dear and what is left of me.

So alone, family tree is an empty shell. How great we once were.

Restoration now required, glory traded for comfort. A deal acquired by a dishonored generation.

Now our world burns.

Magic is gone, our gods defeated, my tribe is barely hanging on.

They no longer know where they belong.

Every day, every moment, every thought spent in fear the worst sin of a man, and yet strength and heart have carried us this far.

Never relinquishing, the path of folk honor is mine to endure.

-@balticbadger

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