Since I was a boy, I’ve loved you,

I’d sit and meditate, hold you in hand,

staring into your world, I’d understand,

What peace felt like, what faith felt like,

I drowned in you happily, in your holy water,

your glow enveloped me, a veil to a daughter.

I was thoroughly warned about you,

Said I was predisposed to become indisposed,

to fantasy lands, where winds carried wyvrens,

and where problems were accursed demons,

not immediate things that made my stomach turn,

just intangible things that I could shape, so I’d yearn,

yearn for the warmth of your music, of your breath,

but my obsession with you would be your death,

for I had completed you, yet I was incomplete,

so I abandoned you.