One fabulous fabled night,

Deep in the greenwood,

A famous wizard gave us a story without meaning:

Or so it then seemed. At the time

I had parted with my half-secret self,

My twin, embedded in my heart,

But the wizard's prayer awoke me in thin air

Drove us apart,

Tears stained my cheeks. I was no longer meek and mild.

No longer a child.

My heart was broken, like that of a man,  and I became fierce and bold. 

In my left hand I carried the stain of a fabled name, until death stole my soul away

I became a writer of fresh black words in a theatre of the absurd

The magician's prayer awoke my tears. Mary mother of God help me for I have sinned.

She was not a stepmother of a King, but a wild child, a woman of the woods,

Without jewels or a 'roof,' her son created deadly  desires, his prayer awoke my tears.

(The most recent, the finest of them all, the end of years.)