“Dedicated to DC, one of the most intelligent and beautiful young people I have ever had the fortune to meet.” Nyk
What wondrous form, my dreams invade?
A flame thought dying, did only fade?
Its glow, no ember, its form too pure
Illumes the night, of that, be sure!
What wraith be not, did appear to me,
With mystic orbs of azure sea?
Twas not fear I felt, nor tear did shed,
Judgment at peace within my head.
With no call to account, nor lie dispel,
Risen anew, did waif emerge from hell.
Past sleeping eyes, sweet smile did grace.
As slowly it neared, to touch my face.
Upon my lips, velvet touch did come,
Tender voice declare, “I am now someone.