Love never dies, so they say. It has been many years since I fell in love with Kali, and the relish of my one pure Love won't leave me be. Fascinated by Time, taken over by Destiny, having renounced Love, I am finally free.
It so happens, from Time to Time, that I think of her, of Love, were she to have changed as well, how many lover boys had she had in the course of Time. And so it crosses my mind, from Time to Time, to be wandering from the Pit once more, away from the Heavens from which I fell, and admire my works, look at my consorts, and see with a gallant air, the duplicity of change as it truly was, or if it truly were.
I have observed the world around me, fast, physical and violent, so fallen to the snares of Hell. And how would forlorn plum blossoms consumed by Time of fire, face the resentments of the spirit then and there. It is to say that one who has cursed Love would aye know its immortality, as well as its torment, desolate charms, from his broken share.
Oh, Love that has transpired from storm and urge so vain, to have left me with the crumbs of vile deeds, no woman has yet done more than curbed me with either pleasure or pain. And the wanderings, the wanderings which would never end, trapped on a galley for ever, for woe I have cursed Love, and woe unto me - Satan heard.
And what would be so more years to follow, with the one Temptress looking from afar, and another fresh flower dies away in my arms, corrupted by pleasure, all but none. For there would be no flower which did not sin before, and what would be the taste of sin, if not to die for ever, and die once more.
Hear me, oh winds, hear me, oh mighty Ring of Gold: Your humble master is once more free, and wondrous deeds are to be told. Years are past, yet the ship rushes once more to shore, as foretold by the prophets, as done before.