Memoirs of the Night

Red Thread of Fate

The red thread of fate
Intertwined; the night of eight
Within, it rotates—

Maker and the made,
I was a being with wings
Yet you're a mortal

Both worlds are distant
Yet the hearts were linked with love,
If it only lasts

A mortal grows old
But for me, years last seconds;
Many springs after;

Your hair will turn white
Yet I'll stay young as I was;
Soon, life will leave you

And I'd be distraught
I did nothing but love yet—
It became a curse

The deeper I love,
The more painful it becomes;
If I'd be reborn—

I'd choose to be man
In that way, I could love you
Without this vile curse