"Don't say my name like that,"
Said the plebian to the slow and subtle thief.
I used to be your lover, now I am your child
And I fear there is no relief.

I imagined Dido and Anius,
I imagine you did too.
Neither of us are quit so strong,
Drinking this endless, nihilist brew.

I am deaf to frozen words
No matter how gently you speak.
You search in me for something to hate
But I am not that which you seek.

Fate is not truth;
A lie we too long believed.
We died to ourselves without putting on new selves
And we have nothing left to grieve.