Disclaimer: Peter wrote it, Peter owns it. And I love it.
"The harpy and I-let us free."
Fortuna's Folly
Call it greed, my pretty
Call it cowardice.
Call it folly, call it petty
Call me what you will.
Not yet, my pretty, not yet.
Sleep again
Be still.
Never forget—
I did to you what others wouldn't dare
It was I—
I who caged you
I who held you
And in all the endless years of your aging eternity
I have found my own immortality:
Your embittered memory.
Yes, you may be my death,
But by this dying I will live.
So come, come to me my pretty
Wings outstretched, I uplift my arms
Embrace me if you will.
Though you are free
It is my memory
That will hold you still.