Let Me Rest

Let me rest, For now I am tired of these quests. What prize for me awaits? Those hollow salutes and opened gates? Or those meretricious praise that would echo, When all I remember is catastrophic derecho? Or the Olympus you promise with Canephor, While all I yearn is peaceful plains and zephyr. Or the victory parades in Roma you were storytelling, While those 23 backstabs in my mind are dwelling. Or those meadows habited with Nymphs? While all I yearn is a solitary pond hazed by mist. Or those kingdoms you promised of evergreen reign? While all I yearn is the slow pit patter from canopy rains. All you promise is a conquest full of allure and shine. But what will you tell to those kids mourning and crafting shrines? So let me walk away to where savannah's sway, As I am exhausted of this reaper's haunting play. So now let me rest, as I am haunted and tired of these quests. Let me breathe where laws of nature weave, Solitary where I can grieve.