O that I would dare to shoot for the stars
Just to land upon the moon
To find what most I yearn for
That the twisting knife would be pulled away
Released to finally be able to feel again
That I would never think of you
A known long faded into forgotten memory
Free my heart from the shackles that bind it
If only to watch it crumble from the cracks it bears
My soul forever weeps
As my mind slowly fades
Lost and imprisoned for all eternity

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Valnuary, in the year 761 AF.