I sang
my songs
of longing..
yay, I sang
my songs
of angst.

I’ve been
the cruel
ridicule
about
as often
as I’ve been
the loving
praise.

I’ve been
the knife
that pierces
and the hand
that twists it
and the flesh
that rends.

And if
The Elder Gods
must will it so,
then I shall be
The All of it
in time..
and time
and time
again.