Much gratefulness to the player who created the video. Terrific job!
Endless hours I pray to lift this dark doubt from me,
As my power grows to surpass my wisdom,
But I remain so young in body and mind,
Like a child lamenting her uncountable blessings,
Begging only that her path be made straight and clear.
If my Kin who shield and warm me and grant me every boon,
Knew my weak resolve, my indecision,
They would be as ashamed of me as I am of myself.
My love is the truest of knights,
Mighty against evil and yet gentle to me,
Any woman would delight to be held in his arms,
Still, he contents himself with this ungrateful fool.
My most high Father, I seek Thine answer,
And receive only riddles for my ceaseless pleas—
Demand of Thy servant what Thou wilt,
And she will rise and answer, woman to god,
Though she be consumed alive in Thy golden splendor,
But leave her no longer alone and kneeling,
Terrified to make her choice.