Exiled
Sent to the dreary realm that is now my home
Made to seem I had no choice of what I had to lose
Only memories of my mind which I am left to roam
A captive of a battle, a judgment I could not refuse
Maligned by twisted truth, betrayed by ones most trusted
My voice muted by a flow of tears, and told not speak of it
I watch the ship drift away, as the winds of treason gusted
With the dagger of deceit, the most solemn vow was split
I stand alone upon the shore and gaze at what was my land
I look down and see a reflection to see a truth I cannot declare
The truth within my eyes and its sand falling from my hand
To even the balance of justice, the sins I am thought to bear
I cry to the powers, the virtues, and to the Throne
To guide me though treacherous waters, and help me atone
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