The Returned

An adventure not chosen by me,

a detour until I could be with you,

a temporary separation...

I was the ghostly memory of

a terrible thing past;

memory no longer,

I fought to be with you,

myself and others:

the church which would 

have kept us apart

as part of business as usual.

But as they say, to Hell with the Devil,

I slayed the dragons and 

chased away the demons...

I followed the paths of my life

to you and our destiny, 

which was to be together,

and I came back to you

the returned.