He wants to be mortal and will not be, The kind of being I made him. He wants me dead, does not love me, And follows a mortal on a whim. Why can't he see, I love him so? He is my only son. I must protect him, this I know, No matter what he's done. He has left me for another, And my heart cries out in pain. I, his father, friend, lover. My tears do fall as rain, But what's this I see? It cannot be! A man of grace and fire. Comes in my room and up to me, And my senses are running higher! He speaks, "I'm sorry, Father. It is you I truly need. I no longer with mortals will bother, And will follow wherever you lead. Our hate at last is burned. And we lock in an embrace. My son has finally returned. My sorrow? There is no trace.
June '98