...And so it came to be that she walked beside me, with her intentions sharpened keen,

Herself bound to myself as we waded through the ever-shifting sand,

Long had the hourglass been broken, but how could I have seen?

Behind me my head turned while my grip stayed in her hand,

What I saw, was that which even the courageous in history would fear,

Not one, but two sets of footsteps, backtracking endlessly across the land,

We came upon that cursèd valley, as her eyes persisted with that enduring leer,

My shadow became polymerized with the whole, but I continued thinking it was best,

Then the sweet sorrows from the nothingness of the void began to fill my ear,

And as the blood ran red, her fingers painted that lopsided cross on my chest,

I found that I had not my rod, nor my staff,

Only sadness in that he left me to die like the rest,

And now I think, on the dark valley floor, myself cleft in half,

Today t'was the evil I feared who got the last laugh...