The stars aren't meant for us, liont
I wish I could say they were
But in their shining glory,
the Fates, they sparkle without mercy.

My prayers fall on deaf ears, liont,
My whispers to the Wolves of the heavens,
The Night Wolf, the Raven King, the Wayfinder,
He That Culls cannot offer justice or balance
to a soul so lost, with nothing left to give,
and nobody to give anything.

I wish the stars could give us that, liont,
simplicity like we once had,
stealing time and sidelong glances
Giving love and heartfelt comfort.

But among the stars, one takes note of things, liont
No matter the number of wishes
Or the number of pleas
Regardless of any strength or power
I cannot force the stars closer together.




Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ultio, in the year 563 AD.