doom had cast its spell upon my soul,
all was for naught; meaningful purpose had been denied me and
endless cascades of rage and sorrow lead to my demise
dead, died, gone

sorrow filled my last moments
as i watched my family over the silver dagger embedded in me
woe filled me as i realized what gift i had squandered
intrisicate patterns danced across my eyes in hues of amber and rust

never did i anticipate a life renewed, the true present regiven
every breath i inhale is borrowed time- never shall i forget
heathered fields of grass under my paws, the scent of jasmine in the air
when He brought me forth and had pity upon me

silken threads of gossamer floating upon unrealized drafts
in the Soul Realms calmness is all for the fallen serpent

solidly His voice comes over me, "Awaken"
in this moment there is only surprise, sorrow and a sense of loss
heavenly choirs dance in mind, singing to me of what will be and
that one day i will return to join my Master's side.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Daedalan, in the year 388 AF.