You Left

A poem by an unknown hand.

I’m standing here stranded

Sea of blood at my feet

You left

Love is a bitter suite

I’m sitting here empty

Gaping hole in my chest

You left

And you made it a jest

I’m lying here wailing

Though my eyes are long dry

You left

And I’m still asking why

I’m dust blown away

By the cold northern winds

You left

Tell me how have I sinned?

Where to get it

  • Common containers

From the game's own loot tables and the inventories its characters carry. A percentage is the highest spawn chance recorded for this item; a row without one always carries it.