She whisked away my soul,
said I,
to the demon who stood before me.
She left me free to roam,
said she,
in a far and distant memory.
Here I have seen exposed,
said I,
men and women burning gingerly.
I will follow my muse when he goes
said she,
as she whispered on the fleeting breeze.
Your essence will leave you soon,
to me,
such fleeting breaths are your last.
But I have not lived long enough to rue,
to her,
to deport my baby from the nest.
Your child will not know your rule,
to me,
nor a name to pick you from the mass.
He has your eyes, and your fierce love,
said she,
in my dreams I can hear him cry.
And with a handshake our time is up
said he,
is there noone to say goodbye?
What do you wish to trade?
asked the demon
That only she lives and mothers my son
and that her affection for him never wanes
that he may go on and forever love.
