Darkest passions curl around me, as I sleep, as I wake
And the recesses of my mind arise with renewed life
When at first I heard your name many years ago
I dreamt of what you would look like, sound like

You were a mystery to me, only but a fantasy
And now you appear as if straight from my dreams
A knight to my maiden, a savior to my damned
You are here now, a solid life, a reality.

And still I cannot touch you, still I cannot know
The taste of your lips, the touch of your hand
Hidden from my mind, stolen from my heart
Hopeless is this want, this need to hold you

And back to my fantasy you disolve into my dreams
Forever to reside in the darkness of my mind
You, this greatness that I've hungered for
And my passion, my darkness, my need, it dies.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Niuran, in the year 144 MA.