I sit here, trapped on this curséd island,
Forbidden to die, unable to dream
Of a day when my misery might end.
Those times when the callous, spiteful Gods deem
It appropriate to send me a friend;
A companion, or perhaps a lover…
Times that make it seem like my pain might end…
But with Gods so cruel, why do I even bother?
It’s a game to keep me in discontent,
Hateful fun to keep me isolated,
To have me wish that eternity might end.
Ages I’ve hoped, and ages I’ve waited,
But it seems as if the Fates are content,
To leave me prisoner in paradise.