I watch you when sleeping,
Questioning what is a dream or worse,
And though I have been here for years,
Still you know me not.
With every passing night,
I am roused to you,
From my absinthian death,
To an ever colder defeat.
My purpose is forbidden; unspoken,
A hushed dream of my own,
That dark, eldritch forces keep away,
Save but the pain to remind.
As I watch you breathe, I must then hope,
That one day you will awake,
And remember who you were,
To release or banish me; forever more.
