Others Wear Those Horns

You are not the only skin he walks in

You are not the only bard

You are not his only journey 

You are not the decks only card

Others bare his soul

Others wear those horns

Other emerge from my cauldron 

Others feel my thorns

I will recall your rendition in love and in sorrow

In gratitude and regret and hate

But the bard eternal, even my God himself

Is so near, and does not let his Goddess wait