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