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.
Forgive me.