I saw her smile once in visions introspectively; the type of smile made me abandon reason and reality, willingly, in favor of fantasy and whimsy, well aware that sensuality was desiring futility and responsiblity would be acceptance of such a strange normality but then again, how could my own desire take me higher than scintillating words wrought over wire as she's blessed me in time of yearning always burning, vacant need she'll hear no more, turning blindly to the hope I offer crumbled on the floor. Still her fire I admire and I promise an empire she and I could build together if only wishes were fulfilled; beneath a sky of steel I ask the Moirae to reveal in their wheel a thread between us I can grasp and hold forever longing fast to wishes not so far-flung cast becoming somewhat less surreal. If such prayers are ever known to those who watch and hear my song perhaps with mercy they will find me next to her whom I belong.