This Wish I Grant To Thee
One wish I now grant to thee
To create all it is you seek to be
Shall you choose:
Fame?
Glory?
Or Power in time?
I'm sorry, but to those I must decline
I wish not for
Fame,
Nor Glory,
Nor Power,
Only that I am to be with her upon the hour
Her mind reveals that she's seen all there is to see
Before she finds out all roads have led right back to me
A sorrow felt for the time spent drifting without
The love she took for granted, never learning about
How deep it flowed
Seemingly never to care
For the simple fact she was scared
Of all the misconceptions the mind had strewn
No matter how ficticious or untrue
Unable to grab hold of the reality evading her
Falling into a construed reality that has created her
New life of repetitive grief and pain
Holding onto harbored feelings, err, regret
Much to her dismay
Knowing had she only remained here with me
She could have avoided this time of willful misery
However, my presence at this hour of revelation
Is not one of pride or consolation
More, a presence to portray oppotunities left behind
Opportunities once thought to stand the test of time
As her eyes show the hardships of recent past
She's left, broken, only to ask the eternal question, "Why?"
Why do I appear upon the hour she's most in need?
To quench a thirst of egoistic greed?
No, my dear, I promise you
Self-gratification is not that for which I yearn
As I help her stand
And ready my back to turn
Final words before my presence concludes
"Fulfill your heart's desire however to see fit.
Accept me,
Or for your sake,
Allow nothing less that what you know I would give"
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