A part of me, missing the Sun and the Sea
starved away in the darkening trees-
'tis true: I'll be breaking Fae oath- more fool, me!-
giving Fae such a full, foolish lease.

I am selfish, defiant, and traitorous, true-
I am cruel and childish and mortal.
I'll be tearing HER out of my body, renewed
after tearing HER up from the roots.

i still love HER,
i still love HER.
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I invited the darkness myself, and I thought
equilibrium might then prevail-
but I found out, instead, that where shadow-claws caught
they were apt to scoop out moral pale.

All my kin, turning hollow and heartless- I know-
for I carved all their hearts out myself!-
and for want of their love many years I sat throned
all I ventured to lose
(was myself)

Light was the first kind of magic I tried
at the hands of a Djeirani mentor.
I have always held love for Sol Eos, Whose eye
I now wear 'round my neck in dark splendor.

i still love HER,
i still love HER.
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This accounts for myself.
It's not nearly enough.
I led Shadow Incarnate upon 'em.
I, too, bear to blame for Corruption amongst
Heartwood's kin- She saw I felt forgotten.

I can only make right my own heart, my own self
ever forwards, Her song's on my breath now-
though I doubt, though I'm cowed, though I break 'pon HER boughs
HER song makes me brave and unbowed-

yea, the words of HER Cathres resound:
but there is hope,
but there is Hope,
but there is HOPE!

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 22nd of Sapiarch, in the year 16 AC.