A Thousand Lifetimes
I much resent, my hallow discontent, with a simple passing of a thousand years. How long have I waited, many more than life allows. Many time many are the days that I waited. Many are the moons I've seen pass, some now gone, some now remain. Before when there were 3 suns, now we only bask in one. Before, to see the trice full moon, was considered a blessing from the most High. To all I've seen, much is my wayward past. And One Love did I have, and keep her still, next to my still beating heart. Imagine I do, as we played as children; a love so profound, it pains a man to speak of it. This Earth was beautiful then, it seems less so now.