As I sit, atop the Bridge, near my grove
I sit, within the Willow tree, praying
Memories, I never have had before
Memories of any type of love,
Memories of no type of true happiness with another
Mayhaps I'm a loser
Mayhaps I'm just not quiant enough to be loved
Mayhaps no one knows me
But Memories, I have none, and my curse lies within

As I sit within the Ocean, gliding over as an Owl
I see no ocean of memories,
no pictures filling the waves as I sit in meditation
no life of love
no life with anyone other then myself
I sit, I am alone.. a curse.. a curse and I'm mortal.

As I walk the Sands of the Desert,
Walking, losing water, losing my mind
I see no hallucinations of anyone
everything, everything I know of love... is all a dream
A Dream that one day I pray comes true, and that I could shine with
a Dream that I would cherish, and make the perfect Queen with
A Dream I can love, forever, and ever, and an eternity after that.

Olorin Il'isia,
Druid of the Willow

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Slyphian, in the year 101 MA.