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I often wondered what you do on those evenings by the fire.
No temple or worshippers to guide and comfort, no great plans of battles to
inspire.
No concerns of rival powers or those to be subjected to your will.
Does the passing of time not seem empty? Your time unfulfilled?

So much of your life spent with that dark warrior, the one who attracts your
light.
I am dark as well mother, but alone again this night.
Not that I mind of course, far be it for one of my powers to complain.
But those around me are only of ambition and fear, with you would it be the
same?

I've had few occasions to be with you, destined some would say.
If I asked my father gently enough, there could be another way.
You have but to ask it mother, I know it must break your heart.
The ease to which to pretend it doesn't makes it clear we should not be apart.

Brave and selfless of you to tolerate the warrior as you do.
When clearly you want to be with your daughter, that much is certainly true.
Callisto says its a misguided wish of mine, a limitation of my mortal side.
But I know you want me to be strong for you mother, so I will say nothing and
abide.

I spared the life of some villagers today, when followers wanted them dead.
You would have been proud, and thanked me that's what you would have said.
You see mother I am not as bad as some would have you believe.
Mother I wish you would leave that warrior behind, and come and be with me.

We would have a meaningful time, walking along the forest trails.
Even the villager servants have their families, but mine to no avail.
I smell the burn of firewood, the bonfires ceremonies call my name.
For just one night, I would give them up, if you would call out my name.

When I write of this my words go on and on, a subject I write of often.
Ironic I suppose, that of her mother a dark goddesses' mood would soften.
I know that as you share joyful stories with that warrior on this night.
You're just pretending to care for her. You're thinking of me. . . . right?

--Hope