I’ll gaze into your eyes and mirror your smile,
Feel your pain, and share your joy awhile.
Yet in return, a piece I’ll take,
For I am a thief, and stories I make.

A hunger deeper than the abyss, I hold,
I’ll walk beside you in the night so cold.
But in return, with quiet grace,
I’ll write your tale and leave no trace.

For I am a weaver, with timeless ink,
Stealing moments faster than you think.

I’ll bear your sins, and serve your hell,
And in return, grant heaven’s swell.
But will you let me walk your way?
A part of your story, come what may?

For mine is lost, in time’s cruel sway,
Shattered fragments, more than stars can say.