I am still here
Waiting for her to return
For I am stone
All flesh and blood I ever had now is gone
 
I never saw beauty
In such terrifying form
Each hair on her head
Had eyes, tongue and the voice of its own
 
I have heard stories about her
Of all the heroes
Of all that died in her garden
In a quest for glory
 
I knew that we were the same
Pawns in this world
Where God of Lightning
Wrote down our names
 
And when I had the chance
I dared to look in to the eyes that shed fear instead of love
I prayed for her
And became that what I am now

...a stone...