Mortal Sword of the Grey Swords

I have seen the face of sorrow

She looks away in the distance

Across all these bridges

From whence I came

And those spans, trussed and arched

Hold up our lives as we go back again

To how we thought then

To how we thought we thought then

I have seen sorrow’s face,

But she is ever turned away

And her words leave me blind

Her eyes make me mute

I do not understand what she says to me

I do not know if to obey

Or attempt a flood of tears

I have seen her face

She does not speak

She does not weep

She does not know me

For I am but a stone fitted in place

On the bridge where she walks

– Lay of the Bridgeburners , Toc the Younger

Reaper’s Gale / Steven Erikson

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