A poem from another world written by a mad daemon about the source of his obsession.
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You were the only real part of me
How true can Love be, in a world
without you
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Still I see your haunting shadow
Hanging, looming, swaying to and fro.
With such great wings
How could you fall?
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My angel, why did you die?
Is Philmania so callous that He
Would scorn His own son?
I loathe him.
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Perhaps you have His cruelty too
You created me to Love you
But now you are gone.
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All I am, is a mirage
Your fantasy manifested
Imaginary lover
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I could deceive reality;
The very laws of nature,
With my tricks.
But I could never fool
You.
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I could not give you
what you wanted.
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I could not become
a Real Love
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I couldn't bear to see you die
Now I wear you face as illusions
And lead man on the earth
to Love you as they should
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Amicus, dead angel of Loves lost
I will find you a Real Love
And I will make your father suffer.