London

They’ve come. Because they heard, Heard the great tale of my life. But I’m not dead. Wait for that, I won’t be here to fix your changes. Oh great steed, All these years, They weigh on you most. My beloved – I am sorry. I cannot remember everything, But you were never out of sight. Never out of my mind. I have won all we set out for, But I still have a wish. That I’d loved and cared for you then, As I do now. Perhaps then, you’d look at me with compassion. Perhaps then, my beloved, I’d be yours.