Was there ever blood in your eyes?

Have you not even been thinking of answering me, my love?
The cruelty is within your absence.
Do not make it part of your presence.
Do not make this evil part of your being.

My daily reminder of you was a girl with stars in her eyes.
Her hair was dark, her eyes light, not like yours,
But with the same kind of magic in them,
Drawing in the crowd with a welcoming shine.
This girl was a child, quite younger than us,
But she seemed to embody our past.

When you think of me do you think of me in the past?
Do you think of me at all?
Because for you, my darling, all my thoughts revolve around the future,
The dreams we spoke out loud when I was not the king and you were not the ghost.

Is it fitting that it is this young girl I miss the most?
I miss the presence, not the absence.
I miss the moments, not the memories.
In my heart I feel you have forgotten where home is.

She turned to me and asked, 'Have you heard the news, my lord?'
I replied that I had not and she asked how much I would pay.
I gave her three anardi and she told me this:
'It is talk that the king has a secret lover. The girl that cannot be found.'
'Tell me more about this girl, my lamb.'
'There is nothing more to know, my lord.'
'Do you believe they have told the sword?'
'They say the princess does not know
But I believe it is her feelings she does not show.'
'What will happen to this girl if she is found?'
'Surely she is to sleep deep beneath the ground.'

Surely he will too.

- Him