What is real to one who knew nothing 'till just now?

Is it the face of those that look to yours, or no?

To know you know the things you know you know, you know?

Then to find you knew nothing at all... It seems,

it's just enough to find you are not what you thought...

The memories you thought were yours were just a guise.

The wat'ry depths depicting loneliness, her face,

a mask of despair when she realizes.

And those who knew you when you were before us, all

are left with nothing but a page. A small trinket

compared to life we saw before all of us there.

How cruel to give a life that can't be lived once known!


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Phaestian, in the year 958 AF.