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…I may have loved you from afar,
Just when the time was young,
And love as sweet,
I may have loved you from afar,
But never dared to think,
Or look, or speak…

~Anon

My life was long, and long was my desire
To find another soul in endless maze,
To find someone who could aspire
To burn and soar in my embrace.

I was a fool attempting to ignore
My heart’s own song that drove me wild,
In bustling crowds I was alone,
Immortal – yet afraid of mortal fire.

My city drowned in music – I was deaf
To sounds that once held me enchanted
My city bloomed – I was bereft
Of all emotions that abounded.

Held captive by my doubts, I was lost
In thoughts of everlasting glory
The time ran slow, the wind was cold,
My strength was past restoring.

But then you called – and life returned
To frozen limbs, to soul in torment,
Half-dead, half-living in the mortal cold,
Forever yours – your friend and servant.

Be not afraid for I am here to serve
And not to harm or maim I promise,
Your voice has opened up the doors
To lives and bloodlines, songs and stories.

You hold the key – and I shall be a gate
To New Orleans if you so desire,
I hope that you will not send me away-
But I’ll abide by it, by cold and fire.