In old days of lore, A young empath was born. Timid, shy and sweet, She had the world at her feet.
Alone at the start, She soon gave her heart To a warrior so proud She met in the crowd.
He taught her to fight, He showed her the light. He stayed by her side When she sought to hide.
Soon everyone knew Of the love so true They shared so much She felt joy at his touch.
She aged in the lands The healing touch in her hands. The gift she'd been given Would never be hidden.
She saw many things That time passing brings. She watched her profession Get lost in depression.
She watched her companions Get lost and abandoned. And hung up her blade For no damage it made.
She grew older in years, And then cried the tears When she lost the sweet man Who was her life in the land.
She became lost in despair Over the ended affair. Her life lost it's meaning No happiness it was bringing.
She decided one day To let the world slip away. Her heart had grown cold Nothing dear left to hold.
She packed up her gear While shedding her tears She knew it was best To go now to her rest.
For those that she left She is truly bereft Of the friends she has had She hopes will not be sad.
In a time far away She may return someday. And will once more begin Her life as the empath Daelynn.
I wish you all well. May the gods keep you happy and safe in the world of Elanthia.
All my love, Daelynn Graymarke
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