He always knew I watched him.

I made no secret of it.

A child obsessed with ancient gods I chose him.

Did he choose me or I choose him?

I neither know nor care.

A bargain had been struck,

Just as his foot struck the earth

before he took to flight

and where he went, I followed

inspired by happiness or sorrow.

I don’t know why I write this now

It isn’t me who holds the pen.

Now my youth is gone

He compels me in the task

Of speaking truth to men.