Tired

So strange. Though my eyes are as sharp as the day I first stared out across the sea, and my legs are as strong as the day I first walked these shores, I feel the weight of an old woman’s heart. I have seen so much I cannot unsee across the centuries, and the gravity of eternal youth begins to wear upon me. The Fen is drenched in blood. And though more settlers have come. I know they will only know peace for a single beat of this island’s remorseless heart. I could leave again, for elsewhere, but I sense that nowhere I could go would offer any lasting peace. It is not a sad thing. A pitiless thing. The only place I wish to dwell is here, upon Aeternum, yet it will not accept me. I shall sleep and dream of its shores, its waters, and the songs in the Fen. And I shall hope that others come to hear it as I do, and finally, embrace tranquility.