an attempt at an encompassing soliloquy.
The years have made a monster of me,
from the frights I defeated were borne the frights I could not see.
They haunted me where most I cared,
took a poor soul's heart and used it without compare.
In this way, I am the only one of my kind,
left without the fortunes of seeking answers from those of similar mind.
Tortured even by Fates when once Destiny and Fate were one,
I am the truth of others no longer,
a hope that has been wrung.