Hymn to the years

To Yennefer, I can say that

Fate provided no curse;

Humanity did.

And yet I loathe

These hands in craving.

Your Love

Is now but a poetic outburst

Confined within words

And failed hopes.

Mine, on the other hand

Lies petrified

In the hollow sky I belong;

Since then,

There is nothing to (be)hold...

I slept on my knees

Cursed gods and goddesses,

Uttered lies and pleas,

Held my breath with death and

Scavenged my flesh for the remains of thee;

But there is nothing here,

Only time and grief.

No nihilism would have cured my hatred nor fulfilled my loneliness.

No poetry could fully release my burden to the world

And yet

No witchcraft was able to unbound our souls...