Forgive me my love for I am a fool
who sees you more than just your sword Balmung
but I'm not royalty nor beautiful
enough for you to remember among
thousands of people who loves you more than
the blood the gods have spilled in Ragnarok
for I am naught but this useless person;
a character of your story to mock
me as my creators decided much
thus I deserve to sleep and burn alone
longing for your kiss, longing for your touch,
wishing you would not leave me by my own.
But you are the king and I am a sow-
belly you intend not to eat for now.
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