I don't know how to feel, Are you still mine or am I gone? I rarely wake to see you grow, To make you happy and to glow. Perhaps I'll be waking soon, But it's not a promise I can keep. I pray to them that you will thrive, To keep that fervour and that drive. You are smart and pretty, I hope you know, Just like the flowers on blackened boughs. No matter what I will always love you, As I will always love the Glomdoring. You will always be in my thoughts and heart, No matter how far we are apart. Enjoy the Hunt in Silent thought, Reveling in the Wyrd and Her Creations.