Staring up into the starry night
My arms wrapped about me tight
Pondering my existence, right
To be

I long to find a way, a light
To walk my path and take flight
But I find it impossible to fight
For me

My heart is growing cold
I'm trapped in webs so taunt
I just long for someone to hold
It would be nice to be want

I seek to find the blazing fire
That burns the blood
Which bespeaks of truest desire
That fills like a flood

I gave my first kiss away
He didn't love me, no way
My tender heart held no sway
Over him

I knew this before I went that day
My words known before I could say
Fate betwixt and rules obey
I must stay prim

Will the path ever be clear?
Does it really even matter?
Loneliness is mine, I fear
I really should stop my chatter

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Phaestian, in the year 341 AF.