You invite fate to dance on the tip of your spear
Unsheathed to remain pure like a shed tear
You counsel the pain in your heart and reach no answer
No satisfaction in thoughts rendering a path clear
No matter what place you travel to
Your image is imprinted in my memories
The starts will guide my route to you
You taught me how to draw a dream
And now I fight for its sake
Even when it strays from your stream
And runs into a depthless lake
Reflecting for me an image of you
The targets my spears now crave...
But you cannot believe this to be true
***
The tip of your spear always beckoned to the sun
So what have changed now?
I know none of your promises are yet done
Can you still hold to this vow?
No matter what place we choose
Our paths are meant to cross
You try to run afraid of something else to lose
But nothing like the secrets of fate can be gloss
Fate dances gracefully on the tip of your blade
Yet barely casts a glance on mine
Though abandoned memories should easily fade
Like your silhouette, they brightly shine
***
How much I long to remain safe in your embrace
To be bathed by the tenderness of your face
But your heart, like your spear, will turn cruel
How can I allow myself alone to remain the fool?
***
You invite fate to dance on the tip of your spear
And try hardly to play along destiny a smart game
Forgetting yourself is solely what you should fear
Losing the redemption you seek to the blaze of fame
Diarmuid's Character Theme II, from Oscar and Grainne's prospective