An old thing spoke to me.

Its words had followed it to the end

Faithful beyond death, 

Bound by something I did not understand.  

The old thing was lonely and vain, 

And asked only to be admired 

Now at the end of its time.

I could not oblige and so it died

Dissatisfied and unfulfilled.

I was godlike at that moment, Divine

And deadly insistent in what was mine to give

And who should live and who would not

For Love was in my hands 

A bloody knot that I had tied

Considering those ridiculous wishes 

That were granted at my birth 

And upon living

Subsequently denied.