No matter what I've learned,
it always comes back to the same thing.
The world runs on love,
and equally on hate.
All other things are driven by these.
Ah, but what do I know
of love, or even of hate?
With so much knowledge in my head,
I would have expected it to be useful
But in the end,
it turns out I was wrong.
despite new found wisdom,
I'm unlikely to admit it again.
In my neutrality,
I have missed a life.
Seven hundred years of no living,
and hiding behind invisible armor.
Like the spells I cast,
I am protected, surely.
But protected from what,