(You wish for something

To appease your thoughts

But searching your mind,

You find nought…)

 

Oh sweet duplicity of intent

That falters my conscience;

Some might say

My actions were hell-bent…

 

But what may be this

Mysterious manifestation

That drives its fettered stream?

Upon reflection, I think

It was a dream…

 

Even now as my

Sprightly spirit returns

I start to remember

The Love for which I have yearned…

 

And even as Death mingles

Around her edges, I am quite positive

My pledges will not be burned…