Wandering aimlessly through the dark
bound by an inward intention
my wavering spirit, the bearer of your mark
that long lost but lingering dissension
I know not how our bond came about
It seems to me a tangled mess
but it exists inexorably within and without
A source of both joy and duress
You drove me to find my inner strength
But that strength comes from hardship self-imposed
The love I feel for you is of immeasurable length
But you offer me no sort of repose
ᚹᚨᚾᛞᛖᚱᛁᚾᚷ ᚨᛁᛗᛚᛖᛋᛋᛚᛃ ᛏᚺᚱᛟᚢᚷᚺ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛞᚨᚱᚲ
ᛒᛟᚢᚾᛞ ᛒᛃ ᚨᚾ ᛁᚾᚹᚨᚱᛞ ᛁᚾᛏᛖᚾᛏᛁᛟᚾ
ᛗᛃ ᚹᚨᚹᛖᚱᛁᚾᚷ ᛋᛈᛁᚱᛁᛏ, ᛏᚺᛖ ᛒᛖᚨᚱᛖᚱ ᛟᚠ ᛃᛟᚢᚱ ᛗᚨᚱᚲ
ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᛚᛟᚾᚷ ᛚᛟᛋᛏ ᛒᚢᛏ ᛚᛁᚾᚷᛖᚱᛁᚾᚷ ᛞᛁᛋᛋᛖᚾᛋᛁᛟᚾ
ᛒᛟᚢᚾᛞ ᛒᛃ ᚨᚾ ᛁᚾᚹᚨᚱᛞ ᛁᚾᛏᛖᚾᛏᛁᛟᚾ
ᛗᛃ ᚹᚨᚹᛖᚱᛁᚾᚷ ᛋᛈᛁᚱᛁᛏ, ᛏᚺᛖ ᛒᛖᚨᚱᛖᚱ ᛟᚠ ᛃᛟᚢᚱ ᛗᚨᚱᚲ
ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᛚᛟᚾᚷ ᛚᛟᛋᛏ ᛒᚢᛏ ᛚᛁᚾᚷᛖᚱᛁᚾᚷ ᛞᛁᛋᛋᛖᚾᛋᛁᛟᚾ
ᛁ ᚲᚾᛟᚹ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚺᛟᚹ ᛟᚢᚱ ᛒᛟᚾᛞ ᚲᚨᛗᛖ ᚨᛒᛟᚢᛏ
ᛁᛏ ᛋᛖᛖᛗᛋ ᛏᛟ ᛗᛖ ᚨ ᛏᚨᚾᚷᛚᛖᛞ ᛗᛖᛋᛋ
ᛒᚢᛏ ᛁᛏ ᛖᚲᛋ ᛁᛋᛏᛋ ᛁᚾᛖᚲᛋ ᛟᚱᚨᛒᛚᛃ ᚹᛁᛏᚺᛁᚾ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚹᛁᛏᚺᛟᚢᛏ
ᚨ ᛋᛟᚢᚱᚲᛖ ᛟᚠ ᛒᛟᛏᚺ ᛃᛟᛃ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛞᚢᚱᛖᛋᛋ
ᛁᛏ ᛋᛖᛖᛗᛋ ᛏᛟ ᛗᛖ ᚨ ᛏᚨᚾᚷᛚᛖᛞ ᛗᛖᛋᛋ
ᛒᚢᛏ ᛁᛏ ᛖᚲᛋ ᛁᛋᛏᛋ ᛁᚾᛖᚲᛋ ᛟᚱᚨᛒᛚᛃ ᚹᛁᛏᚺᛁᚾ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚹᛁᛏᚺᛟᚢᛏ
ᚨ ᛋᛟᚢᚱᚲᛖ ᛟᚠ ᛒᛟᛏᚺ ᛃᛟᛃ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛞᚢᚱᛖᛋᛋ
ᛃᛟᚢ ᛞᚱᛟᚹᛖ ᛗᛖ ᛏᛟ ᚠᛁᚾᛞ ᛗᛃ ᛁᚾᚾᛖᚱ ᛋᛏᚱᛖᚾᚷᛏᚺ
ᛒᚢᛏ ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᛋᛏᚱᛖᚾᚷᛏᚺ ᚲᛟᛗᛖᛋ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᚺᚨᚱᛞᛋᚺᛁᛈ ᛋᛖᛚᚠ-ᛁᛗᛈᛟᛋᛖᛞ
ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛟᚹᛖ ᛁ ᚠᛖᛖᛚ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛃᛟᚢ ᛁᛋ ᛟᚠ ᛁᛗᛗᛖᚨᛋᚢᚱᚨᛒᛚᛖ ᛚᛖᚾᚷᛏᚺ
ᛒᚢᛏ ᛃᛟᚢ ᛟᚠᚠᛖᚱ ᛗᛖ ᚾᛟ ᛋᛟᚱᛏ ᛟᚠ ᚱᛖᛈᛟᛋᛖ
ᛒᚢᛏ ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᛋᛏᚱᛖᚾᚷᛏᚺ ᚲᛟᛗᛖᛋ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᚺᚨᚱᛞᛋᚺᛁᛈ ᛋᛖᛚᚠ-ᛁᛗᛈᛟᛋᛖᛞ
ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛟᚹᛖ ᛁ ᚠᛖᛖᛚ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛃᛟᚢ ᛁᛋ ᛟᚠ ᛁᛗᛗᛖᚨᛋᚢᚱᚨᛒᛚᛖ ᛚᛖᚾᚷᛏᚺ
ᛒᚢᛏ ᛃᛟᚢ ᛟᚠᚠᛖᚱ ᛗᛖ ᚾᛟ ᛋᛟᚱᛏ ᛟᚠ ᚱᛖᛈᛟᛋᛖ
