You were my guide, who forced me on mercilessly
You were my defender, when my weakness was too complete
You were my beloved, who showed me clemency
You were all I knew, no one could compete.

Wisped mists of passing time, cold and grey
Have claimed your soul and mine in timeless torment
No longer will I have you with to face the day
And your presence I can not but lament

For what we had is a shrivelled past
Of memories twisted and faded
I have been freed from time's caress at last
But you are gone and I am jaded.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Arios, in the year 132 MA.