[29] There are no words
no words from no thoughts
a deep darkness within
in longing for him
[30] A steadfast friend
of the undying dead
ordered by me
how could that be?
[31] Behind the mirror
he waited forever
until my design came clear
only to lose one so dear
[32] My life protracted
in the mirror refracted
sat on my throne
longing to go home
[33] But they say my home is here
a dream did I endure
that place was but my fantasy
for here lies my history
[34] My horn was but a figment
could I imagine such an instrument?
from it I made my career
there’s nothing like it here
[35] My Priestesses I teach
the new laws I preach
to love all equally
to behave morally
[36] Centuries of dogma to unravel
the roads that I must travel
destroy Cyrus’ corrupted truth
words he put in Sammardine’s mouth
[37] for decades under minotaur’s mane
Sammardine was not to blame
his jealousy of Hahn blinded
the fences later mended
[38] The sibling feud that never was
my magic was the cause
no one could resist my word
not one order ever heard
[39] Throne deep in a darkened cave
keeps me from making man a slave
a moment’s peace I cannot see
Albion’s tyrant I mustn’t be
[40] In these words I fail
to sketch the thoughts of my trial
so deep is my desolation
there is no consolation
Eirica Johnstone's Obsession 