[ R e f l e c t i o n s ] by Mantichorus I sit here and think of you, And all the paths I did not take, All the things I did not say or do, And all the things said by mistake. Past futures and futures past, The strands of fate about me coil, The die of chance already cast, Am I to Hell or Heaven foil? All about me heroes rise, Born to destiny’s tyrannical thrall, To bear aloft a world of sighs, And save its souls, one and all.