Elizabeth

Long ago,
I made a promise I did not know,
To wake in a dream of ever state,
To rest in reality,
Fearing the smile of Fate.
For some reason beyond beloved memory,
I made this promise I could not know,
Lending Time my character to show,
My narrative half-written by me.
And so I say Elizabeth,
And sleep on forth,
My promise is to remember my promise,
That the writer will always be,
Within me.