From my realm of myth and lore
A wretched child was born
Through hateful eyes, deceitful lies
Her sheltered life was torn

Then taken young by fates unnamed
She found the mage's way
Her childish mind, so sweet and kind
Was warped and went astray

She soon learned of her grisly past
She loathed her kindreds' deeds
Where they would kill, but not by will
To mend their foul seeds

And though that land was bitter cold
With cruel hostility
I couldn't dream, as it would seem
Of a place I'd rather be

Now my friends all held their visions close
Like all good writers do
And one by one, their dreaming done
Those stories have come true

So sadly sitting here I wait
For wraiths I know won't come
To carry me away to see
The world I had begun

Yet still I dream and always will
Of a land untouched because
Forever bound, my dreams not found
Of a life that never was