If I wasn't obsessed I
Would not have known you
Almost invisible with
Premonition's time
Completely unseen in the
Midwinter rainstorm

If I wasn't obsessed I
Would not have recognized you
Kneeling on the stone
Calling, praying to
Gods I don't care for, for me

If I wasn't obsessed I
Could have ignored threats
To depend upon writings
In metal to change the rules
I've a sword to carry with
Preoccupation

And since I'm possessed
I can't recognize myself
Kneeling next to you
But silent, in thought
Of all I could be, for me