It wasn't me, it was you. You planted the seed, made me think that you had changed, but I was wrong. I feel like a fool, listening to your sweet words, falling for the beautiful honey dew. You said you wanted a chance, what sweet lies you wove that I couldn't be so closed to the memories of the raven I once had known. So naive is my kindness that it was blind, to what should have been the red light. Now I see it. The light never more clear, was shown in life's tragic game.
Please forgive me, for it took your death to show me my wrongs, my beloved grandfather.