‘For all are born, only to die
And die to be reborn.’
On the seashore, by the trees, hiding from the moonlight, stood my princess, Katherine, and the man I would learn later, Callum, a servant boy, unworthy of a princess’s love. He kissed her lips while she blushed like a peony. In secret, they made love; she did not know I saw.
Back in the tower, she looked towards the stars and pleaded:
‘Descend to me, Lord Lucifer, come, visit in my dreams!’ unknowing that he saw her.
But I did not descend, no, I told her one last thing:
‘What matters for you, cloud of dust, if it is me or him?’ Her eyes grew big with worry. ‘You live and die, ruled by the fates, you live no mark, you lie. I shall remain alone, eternal, great, and cold.’