I sit with loneliness and scratch its back,
I test and taste its name while shadows wait.
May wiser gods not grant us what we lack,
May I grow somber like a rusty blade
That's tried and true, but centuries have passed
Since it partook in battles, felt the wind.
A flame grows cooler, floats away at last
And takes a younger maiden for a spin.
Let's sit and watch the world that's run amok,
My shadow friend is curling in my lap.
We won't be found until a secret knock
Creates a doorway and destroys my traps.