When I was Ill
I Became so glued to my bed, as my head made the pillow its resting place.
The nights seem like day, since my eyes knew no peace.
For once I felt the nostalgia of good health wishing I could turn the Hands of Time for a moment.
My tongue became so accustomed to the taste of pills and forbade sweetness.
Then I remembered my wrongs when the Epilogue to Birth flashed through my mind.
I begged for mercy, as I remembered my dealings with the Daughters of Eve, because the future wasn't certain.