Poème de Enija (1464)
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Poème publié lors de la Saint-Valentin 2016 disponible dans l'accès Premium.
Le poème de Enija (1464) est :
- une matière première :
- à collectionner et/ou à offrir
- un objet spécial :
- écrit lors du concours de poèmes de la Saint Valentin par la/le joueur·se du personnage dénommé "Enija"
- écrit lors du concours de poèmes de la Saint Valentin par la/le joueur·se du personnage dénommé "Enija"
Il peut être vendu ou acheté sur le marché du village entre 50,00 et 500,95 écus.
Il peut aussi être acheté via via l'accès premium contre 100 gemmes
Il représente un encombrement de 1.
Remarque :
- Quand vous l'utilisez, son texte s'affiche dans une pop-up. Il reste bien évidemment dans l'inventaire de votre personnage après sa lecture.
MY BELOVED...
My Beloved...
He was my everything, my happiness, pain and sorrow. His heart was my soul's mirror, my mirror that ended in pieces.
And my insane heart was looking only for him, his words, laughter, his moves to follow.
It was all what it wanted to see.
Every my moment was moment for him, I gave him everything without him even knowing it.
Maybe he was aware of it, but we couldn't be together. I couldn't tell him what I really wanted, my heart wasn't brave enough to admit it. To admit that I want to have him for myself, forever.
Now,when he's gone I understand the pain, sadness and loneliness.
Loneliness that ripps my soul apart. Love needs two, and we didn't make it.
He left, leaving behind everything he had, even me. His rose started dying day by day, leafe by leafe, just as our love.
No thousand roses, no thousand gestures, no thousand nice words can help with this sadness because my heart wants only him. And it's vainly looking to the gates, hoping that his smile will appear and end this pain. Hoping, but I know he'll never be here.
He was strong when he decided, his words were heavier than chains.So heavy that all my dreams became unforgettable...forever.
Your Roses...
