He woke up with her call
He slept with her name,
He ate what she cooked,
He drank what she gave.

He told tales to her of lost worlds,
Of galaxies and of pain;
He loved her more than love could be,
The best player of this game

He believed her song could create life,
But who could make her sing again?
He bought her gifts, he bought her jewels,
He bought her glory and fame.

She never opened her eyes, 3 years past.
He cursed himself and took the blame.
She has no shadow to carry now,

Her vivid beauty has gone in vain.
The mad mister still talks to her,
His dead dame whom he once had slain.

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From the Origin of time many rise and fall like winter weeds, My identity could not be revealed by anyone, My identity could only be revealed if you know me well. There isn't any great mystery about me. What I do is glamorous and has an awful lot of white-hot attention placed on it. But the actual work requires the same discipline and passion as any job you love doing, be it as a very good pipe fitter or a highly creative artist.