Dear Realm,

Being myself, my art of "poetry" doesn't appear to be of any real art.

Rather then try to mold into the same ideal, hopefully my message will
get through regardless.

Always I read this section, listening to others share their feelings,
expressed in the comfort of the universally accepted art.

Giving of ones ideals and self in a medium others listen and understand
through is truly a great accomplishment of this world, and I think,
"Should I join?"

Only a few speak of true love for another, fewer speak of their pain,
others of hope, their joy and happiness, this one speaks of them all,
and now I have joined.

Rather I should of joined sooner, shown my feelings to the world
regardless of the "supposed" action I took instead.

Was I truly too scared to trust and open myself to those I love and love
back? Was I that inexperienced to not know the impact of my actions,
including my own reaction later on?

I can only ask myself now of the past and why I thought as I did, and
only wish and yearn for time to repeat Itself so I may change this
present, however if It did I would be just as inexperienced, bringing no
change to now.

Lost of love in many respects, in many levels that burn hotter and
deeper then Sartan's fury, had I the experience and the maturity this
great pain I have caused would not be, only the strong bonds and arms of
pure faith and love even the Divine Themselves would smile upon would be
here.

Deterred now I share my feelings with you, the Realm Itself, thoughts I
should of shared long ago, and as I tell you all this after churning it
through my heart and mind my greatest fear still over and over is "Too
little, too late."

Forget not what your guts say, for spare moments in life close your eyes
and mind and listen what is said from deep within or you will regret it
later.

As always, Praise to Sarapis who returns life to His creations, however
life shall never be eternal, take what you have, live and take life by
the arms and pull it towards you, as I should of openly, as I should of
willingly, as I had so many chances to, as I took should I give just as
much if not more.

Now you are either confused, given up, feeling pinches of relation, or
curious of this odd "poetry", what is this about, why write such an odd
and long piece with semi organized thoughts, for what purpose did
something so odd be shared with everyone?

Given the lesson by a great love, applied through all types,
misunderstandings understood finally, and my lessons learned
continously, my message is relove me, forgive me, and as selfish as my
words be, bless me with the longed for 'nother chance I will never
deserve.

Sincerely,

Jancis Lighthawk

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Aeguary, in the year 302 AF.