Falling into the Phantasmic,
Past the Blackened Void,
I look to the Future,
One Most would Avoid,
But I see then a Glimmer,
Like a Far-oft star,
And as I watch it shimmer,
I think on where you are.
But it doesn’t really matter,
Whether you’re there or here,
For often I speak with Fates and Gods,
And they know I hold you dear.
So no matter our where or when,
No matter what we do,
As I linger in the Blackened Void,
I promise to be true.