Let all writers and poets dream
Let all their talent be my scream
Let all those that I love by heart
Bless my quill as I seek my art
You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die
For no night will ever see you cry
May your voice sound way up high
Even if my gift goes deaf and my quill goes blind
For all the king's horses, all the king's men
Couldn't save me from my despair
All the sadness of a wanderous ghost
Couldn't forget the one I've lost
May your soul be greater than the sea's embrace
For my love is larger than your own Fate
May I never caress your lips
May I never taste your kiss
May the owls cry for those who mourn
May the birds sing at the break of dawn
For I know that the break of a brand new day
Is the dawning of a new decay.
