Midnight comes often in the dusk of my life, when

I look back upon all that I have survived. The deaths

of so many for whom I cared and loved in my heart,

have expunged all sense of glory from my thoughts.

To have escaped those random fates has lost all

triumph.

I know you have seen me, friend, my lined face

and silent regard, the cold calcretions that slow

my embittered pace, as I walk down the last

years, clothed in darkness as are all old men,

haunted by memories . . .

The Road Before You

Jhorum of Capustan

(MoI, UK Trade, p.202)