A flightless bird,
Dreaming things abserd.

Dreaming in being loved,
he then sore,
Towards shore,
Trying to score.

Scoring a thing,
That does not exits.

Calling the,
Your the one I seek.

But cannot,
For our love is not,
Your marrying a shadow lord.

I wasn't meant for the,
We had a never ending love.

A love that was forbidden.

Though were close,
We cannot touch.

Your a torch,
That lights my darkness.

Were from two different worlds,
A goddess,
And a priest,
Just not ment to be,
For the love wasn't meant for me.

For our fates are cruel.

- Zane Ro'mave