I came for glory,
wishing on what evils lurked in the sky;
I came for you.
I hoped you wouldn’t feel this reason why.
You held my head to the ground
like the most disloyal hound
and I am less than that,
less than friend, less than dust,
so small and savage in my hope that you
will turn, favorable, with eyes renewed
upon me, seeing at last
everything I want you to.