The Wolven Storm, from The Witcher 3 -Piano Cover

I remember. Autumn. A stormy night it was, few years ago.
Thoughts of you still used to overwhelm me back then. Such a feeble heart I had in a tall and capable body, such a contrast juxtaposition as is my life. You made me hate poetry. You made me hate love. My under the influence of prescription mood stabilizers mind, incapable of feeling most things now, used to love you. Used to yearn for you. I still find myself sometimes reminiscing my days with you. And when I realize that, I cringe in dread, remembering. Reminding myself what I had to go through. In this grey city surrounded by buildings and distant mountains, all alone, forsaken, and slowly forgotten.
But I still remember you. And I remembered you in that stormy night. Your pale face and hazel brown eyes. Always a beauty you were. And at that moment you were, after all those years, crushing my soul, or what was left of it anyway. I did what I always do to feel better. I drove away. As I was driving at no more than 20 km/h because of the blinding rain and the storm, this song was playing. The Wolven Storm.
Oh, Priscilla. How could I resist? Don’t you know that I hate poetry now? That I hate genuine displays of feelings? That I had to forcefully shift my mindset into a stoic one just to run away from the pain and make-believe that the the life is all but a clockwork machine?
There I was, sitting in the car, parked in the middle of nowhere, crying. After all these years, under the storm and thunders, crying. A man, uncontrollably, crying. Never to talk about this ever, to anyone, crying.
Years have passed, as they always do. I don’t remember you as often anymore. But tonight, I do. Tonight, I do.

[@FatedRefrain]

This was very moving, friend. Thank you for sharing it 🙏

[@lunamadz1983]

Yassss I love it ✨

[@emrecanuludag]

Nice work :)