Lord Phaestus, listen to me.
Look at my life and speak to me.
Did I turn out the way that you wanted me to?
And do you think all the festivities are just a waste of time these
days?
But it hurts that you're not here all along.

And now I try hard to show you.
I just want to make you proud.
I know I don't accomplish much with these worldwide events.
I can't pretend that.
Everything is alright.
And you can't even hear me.

Because we lost You then...
Nothing lasts forever.
I'm sorry
You're hurting so much.
Now it's too late to say
I'm sorry
I want to be Your perfect daughter.

Sometimes I try not to think about it.
I hide the pain I feel inside.
Did You know You are a hero to so many?
All the days you spent among us,
Now rest upon a distand star.
And We can't even show You how we feel anymore.

And we all try hard to make it.
We all want to make you proud.
Nothing we do can bring you back.
I can't stand another night.
Without your forgefire as a guiding light.

We LOST YOU!
Why can't You be among us forever?
We're sorry,
If we ever did anything to upset you.
I know it's too late, and
Nothing I'm saying now will bring you back.
I'm sorry.
I just can't help this prayer.

Nothing's gonna fill Your empty place in the Temple.
Nothing's gonna brighten up that Garden up above.
Please don't weep from your statue.
I can't believe it's hard.
Just to pray to you.
Can You hear me?!

I've lost You finally.
That place in my heart that thought you'd go on forever.
I'm sorry.
To us it's like you are dead.
Now it's far too late.
My memories are slipping away.
I'm sorry
I can't hammer out the imperfections of my soul any more.

-Your Prophet, Mayapple

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Valnuary, in the year 409 AF.