Occasionally I think of you, oh!
The gallant knight with his damsel
Before we'd both become so jaded
So fed up with the wayward world 
We sank into a pit of raging despair

I remember the way we laughed
The games we played in olive groves
The stories we told in the forests of old
Before you desired nothing more
Than to watch the world burn

Now you've become an evil trickster
Cloaked in layers of swirling shadow
Educated, Emancipated, Enlightened
Free from the constraints of youth
Fighting for their demonic crusade

In vain I reached for you, my love!
All those years you never knew it was
An illusion created by those in power
To give a frustrated man a weary voice
Echoing in a well of sorrows, drowning

Now I long for the carefree soul
Who would regale his dearest heart
Without living in the constant fear that
Joy might disrupt his crackling thunder
Or break the chains strangling his mind

But that man is dead.

You are naught but a corpse
Whose ghost haunts me still!

At times I hear your subtle baritone
Carried upon a summer breeze
A shadow of a memory haunting me
Unshakeable, untenable, unspeakable

It alludes to a forbidden passion
One that would char our very wings
Burning us till we can stand no more
Shaking the foundation of churches
That have withstood for centuries

So I ignore you, ignore these feelings
Weighing upon my wayward heart
Stifling all logic, all reason, all spirit
I attempt to banish all traces of you

Yet in the deepest caverns of my mind
Your sonorous voice echoes even now
Until my heart gives a traitorous thump
What would I give for you to return to me?