Those Who Sat in the Gap of the Heavens

My people, the fay created by you to lead humanity, we know of our loss. These passions foreign to us in the land of our eternal youth, have shackled the heats of humanity. They fare better than my kin, for humankind know not of their changed nature. It is nothing to their thirst o muse, it is as a misty dew on cracked ground. And still they rage, tormented by their own passions. Do not the shepherd and shepherdess deserve nourishment too? Are we forbidden some small comfort when our need is truly greater? Muse, where ae you? I have been faithful to you all these years. Others defied you. Others cursed you.