In all of the Ages, I never knew which of us was crueler, Which had the hardest heart. Yet I always wore my heart on my sleeve, I heard your prayer in my mind. I searched for you I yearned for you And I always knew it was you. I never learned the truth until the Eleventh Age, however. Perhaps it was better that way. If I had known the truth at the start, It would have killed me. But I left that job for you. I wouldn't have been able to turn away Wouldn't Couldn't But now my back is to you, my love. I do not see you, I will not love you. And you know I lie. I love you I need to know you You never knew me I still hate you I love you I love you.

In the First Age, I was a Goddess. I rose from the earth, and all worshipped me. My hair was fire, And my eyes the sky. What I saw was mine, And I destroyed what was mine. I created what was mine. I ruled, I laughed, I was powerful. Until I saw you. You were a demon, a blight on my land. I hated you on sight, for you were hideous I chased you, I hunted you. I needed to destroy you. Finally, I caught you Finally, I held you in my grasp. I was about to destroy you, And then I truly saw you. I saw you and hesitated. I loved you. And in that moment, you killed me. I love you I need to destroy you I need to create you I hate you for it I love you I love you.

In the Second Age, I was an angel. My wings were that of purest white, My goodness was renowned. Darkness fled with a look of my azure eyes, Fell away from the gleam of my blade. I was Goodness, I was Light. I was Justice. I was favoured. Yet I was lonely in my bright world. It comforted me to walk among the humans, To be with their emotions, To be close to them. Yet it was my downfall. I never knew the truth of it, Never knew why. And yet it happened: a dagger in my back, A hand over my mouth, An arm keeping me still. I turned around, and saw you, Darker than the deepest shadow. I fell in love, even as you let me die. I love you I had to fall for you You had to kill me I hate you for it I love you all the same I love you.

In the Third Age, I was an assassin. I killed people for money, and did not care. I was well-trained in my trade, And was known for my cruelty. After all, it did not matter how I killed, How long I took to kill, Just that the job was done - And it was always done. Often, I would even smile as I watched them die. Oh, I was horrid, Terrifying, A monster. But it did not matter to me. One time, I was sent after a powerful man, A mage, he was called. I was warned, but I did not listen. I met you, I knew you, I had to kill you. I knew I had a heart, then, For I could feel it breaking. I had to kill you. (Your eyes were so beautiful) I had to sever head from body. (It seemed a sin to me) But I never had the chance. I never knew what hit me, I barely had time to know I was dying, Before my eyes closed forever. I love you, you know I would have died, anyway This was your chance to survive I hate you, now I love you on sight I love you.

In the Fourth Age, I was a witch. People accepted me, but they feared what I was. They did not understand my power, And their smiles were filled with daggers. They did not care that I was a good person, They only knew I was different. Life was a delicate dance for me, And I could not afford to trip. But I did trip, once, And once is all it took. I should have stuck to the cities, People were more tolerant there. But I went out, to the country. I went to meet death. It was a small town, and I was a stranger. I was there for only an hour when the mob came, They brought torches, They brought my fate. They gagged me, They bound my hands and feet, And they brought me to their square. They had already built their bonfire. They tied me to it. I did not want to die, Not like this. It was then I saw you - You were the one that touched the torch to the hay. I watched you, As you stood with your family. Your wife, your children. I watched you, As I slowly died. I love you I want you to burn with me I need you to free me I hate you for leaving I love you I love you.

In the Fifth Age, I had a family. I had a husband I loved, I had children I adored. I suppose I was beautiful, For the women in the village hated me. They were jealous of my strawberry hair, Jealous of my blue eyes. They were all dull and plain. Yet I misjudged their envy. I had thought that they were good people, And so their remarks were nothing but in jest. I misjudged so very badly. They hired an outsider, A farmer from the next village. They hired him to be rid of me. I saw you coming, I saw you and smiled, For I recognized you. I knew you. I loved you. You walked up to me, And plunged a dagger into my heart. I fell against you, And died there, in your arms. Yet I was happy, For your face was the last thing I saw. I love you I want you to heal this broken heart I need you to rip it open I hate you I love you I love you.

In the Sixth Age, I was a farmer's daughter. My world consisted of my home, My parents, My land, And my animals. I did not care for anything else, And even with so little, I was happy. One year, my father had to travel to see the King. Every ten years, the people of the land had to go, And tell the King how much they had earned. It had something to do with taxes, Or something like that. I did not understand it, Nor did I care to. My father took me with him, As a treat. I went with him to see the King. I knelt before the King. I looked up to the King. And I saw you. Yet I saw you, And in your land, that was blasphemy. My father cried as I was led away, But I looked only to you. I died, a few minutes later, All for seeing you. I love you I was so young You were so proud I hate you and your cruelty I love your strength I love you.

In the Seventh Age, I was a Queen. I was a cruel Queen, in my cruel land. I could destroy with a nod, I could murder with a smile. I was beautiful, But chillingly so. Any peasant who saw me, died. Any noble who saw me, Never forgot my face, My cold eyes. It was a good time for me, For I ruled all, And I was all. A Lord moved to my lands, And as was required, I had to be invited to his home, To decide if he was welcome. I was feeling especially cruel, And had already decided to kill him. I saw him, I saw you. There was poison in your wine. You had been an enemy. I died slowly, and in pain. But I had seen you, and knew you. I love you I need to rule you I need to be ruled by you I hate you I love you I love you.

In the Eighth Age, I was a Lady. I was graceful, Pretty, And adored by my people. Invaders came to my peaceful land, And began to attack my castle. My husband went to push them back, But I knew, As he knew, It would be in vain. Stories of these invaders had spread, From coast to coast, All along the country. They could not be stopped. I held out little hope, And when I heard that a Warlord was coming, I knew my husband had lost, And waited on my throne. You came into the room, and I smiled. I held out my hand, And touched your face. I touched you, for once, And I was so happy. Even as you slid the blade across my throat. I had touched you. I love you I need you to feel my pain I want to kill you I hate you I love you I love you.

In the Ninth Age, I was a Warrior. To my army, I was a Queen. To my enemies, I was Death. I was proud, For I knew I could not be beaten. I was cruel, And those who crossed me Never lived long. I was so cold; I had innocent blood on my blade, On my hands, In my red hair. I heard tales of a Prophet, One that lived in a foreign land. A Prophet that foretold my demise. I went to see the Prophet, I went to kill him, And walked into a trap. His words were truth, But they were a lure. You looked at me and said I would die by sunset. I laughed, But I was already trapped in the cave. You came at me with a blade, And my blood stained the ground red. And so my legacy ended. I love you I need to protect you I want to crush you beneath my heel I hate you I love you I love you.

In the Tenth Age, I was a Prophetess. King and peasant alike I dispensed fortunes, Good or bad. As is their deposition, People did not want to hear the bad. They only wanted good, And refused the truth if it did not suit them. I was reviled, hated, and scorned For what I said. It only became worse, For what I said was truth, And my truth always happened. Once, a young man came, And asked for his fortune. I looked at him, And thus looked at you. I told you that you would be my downfall. That your knowledge was my curse. I told you this, and loved you. You told others what I said, And the others cursed me. They came after me. They murdered me. I love you I need you near to me I want you to kneel to me I hate your naïveté I love your innocence I love you.

In the Eleventh Age, I was a scholar. In the Hall of the Gods, I studied the spirit world. I learned its people, I learned its patterns, And I understood its ways. It was then, that I learned of myself. It surprised me, That this was my Eleventh Age. That I had never known myself until now. But I knew you, Even before I saw you. I knew you, For in each Age, You had killed me. In each Age, I had somehow been your better. Either happier, Or more powerful. I thought that you resented me. I thought wrong. I was on the verge of the truth, When I saw you in this Age, All dark hair and dark eyes. Your kind hated the Gods, And sought to destroy them. I was there with them, Your enemies, So you killed me as well. As I was dying, You held me in your arms. I think, in this Age, You did know me. And as I was dying, I made sure I would remember myself When I came in the Twelfth Age. I spoke a word, A trigger for my thoughts. A word I recognized, Yet never fully understood. If I had, I would have kept silent. I would never, Never…. I had cursed myself. My world went black, And I felt your lips brush my cheek. I love you I have to know you I do not want to know you I hate you I love you I love you.

In the Twelfth Age, I am lost. I am a demon, an angel. I am cursed, I am blessed. I kill with a look, and mourn the dead. I am alone. I am hated. My hair is fire, And my eyes are ice. My smile is cruel, And my sword is death. I am of the Shyrandi, Or was of them. I have no home. I don't have you. It is worse, in this Age, Than in the rest. For I know that you exist, And so feel the emptiness within me. I feel the darkness that you do not occupy. Where are you, in this Age? Or has the Cycle been broken? For you always killed me, But to my horror, Now you cannot. However, you always were an Age ahead. I was ill-fated, To always follow a step behind. To never walk beside you. But if that is true, Then you are not here with me. I cannot bear to believe that - It makes the emptiness within ache. But if you are here, who are you? Shadow? Antonn? Someriul? Yet those have not affected me, Not in the way you would. There is one other, But I will not let you be him. Anyone, but him. As it began, so now it ends. I am powerful, But you will make me fall. I love you I need to believe in you I am dead without you I hate you I love you I love you. And always will.