And some days I pray
And some days I do not
I forget
That I could never be loud enough to be heard
by gods who do not care how my fate untangles itself
But one day I shall look to the stars
And my voice shall be heard
Hail, Queen
Varda herself in her shimmering light shall come down
but her beauty pales when i think of you
And I shall ask of her then
"Why are you and your light so distant from us?"
She says,
"Young fool prince, how could you say such a thing?"
she lays her hand on my cheek but it is cold
"I have given you a star to hold and to guide you."
Then, she is gone, and I am left to realize
You're here
And she is right; your hand is firmly clasped in mine
this be the day i cease praying to the gods
this be the day i start praying for you
