The night is oft

Long and dark

Such as her mind

Which speaks as

The mind of 

All and yet so

Little of self.

Never shall I forget 

The embraces never there,

Nor the flames

Ignited eternally by a 

Phoenix revived cruelly 

To serve to others, 

Nor that which 

I yearned so

Dearly for yet 

Only knew could 

Never truly be,

At least the 

Way I had foreseen.