What is this man that writes to me,
of love and touch and things?

Is he a mage of ancient time
With staff and magic ring?

In times long past he visited me,
At night, in castle bare, gazed on me, so lovingly and briefly touched my hair

It left me feeling happy, so tender was his touch, athousand years of war and fears, He comes back, I missed him much.

I was beaten and forgotten, the bruising left a stain

Cruel masters, I was given, much, such sorrow, so much pain.

But millennium has come again to wash away the past, I now have new friends and family, I'm happy now at last