Time has made you sweeter

Yet no less unattainable

The fog hides your flaws

Wishful lies fuse with rose-colored memories

A goddess is made of a mortal

To die and return

The dark one coveted her

Both in life and in encore

The bard sang of her preciousness

Her glorified spirit shall rise again

Revived by my pen

Yet in truth

When fancy and fantasy are stripped away

I can no longer remember her face

Vestiges of a lingering dream