Gods, I’m sure it has, but
I pray that the world
hasn’t beaten you down yet.

When last we spoke
it seemed like it was doing a good job
that you were on your way
to losing your will.

I might be wrong;
we weren’t the closest.
You might not have been showing me
your full fighting spirit
but it seemed the fire that seemed so strong before
was limited,
leaning closer to the Empty side.

I would hate that.
You’d been a vision.
You’d been a spectacle.
You had been a sort of inspiration
something to live up to:
a manic pixie dream statue
and to think that you could be dragged down amongst us?
This is a world I do not want.
I want you in the Faerielands!

I am happier
that we are out of touch
so I can hope that you are doing something mythical somewhere
living out an adventure
and not cleaning up some codemonkey’s work
somewhere in Albuquerque.