2.) Mortal and Goddess:
And he sings her praise, as much as she watches him sleep. The darker nights didn't seem as much lonely as they were. His voice would echo far and wide. And the forest too begins to sing. His eyes watch the heaven hoping for a sign that he has pleased his goddess. Lofty with wings brought by the night, wafting up as though smoke from incense burning in her altar, his voice reaches up as it does dig deep.
And she, she would listen to his voice, his song of praises, words that would warm an eternal's heart. Alone perched in her heavenly throne, she watches. There he sits playing his pipes, his words, winged messengers, soothing the weariness of immortality, and the sorrows of eternity. She watches, and watches, for she knew he was just an instant in her eternal existence, and he, he was a moment she wanted to eternalize.