The ironic consequence of eternity.
Light fades on my desire... A futile feeling I once held,
What use now are those trappings of a mortal life to such as I?
No comfort in my hollow dream constructed from the past,
To wish for something that’s impossible to hold... Impossible to know.
But still it haunts me constantly with every breath I take,
A consciousness of what had been before the darkness fell,
This hunger that will curse me now for all eternity,
For conflict is my only dowry to my tortured mind.
How can I reconcile my feelings in this need?
The spectre of a curse given to me long ago,
Humanity... How empty those words now sound,
As life turns now to death upon my touch.