I think I will take this quote one line at a time.
But my dreams they aren't as emptyThis part is very true. I have dreams, as you may recall from my last post, and they are certainly not empty. Thankfully not all of them are flashbacks to war and torture and death. Some of them are just plain ordinary dreams, just like anyone else's.
As my conscious seems to beHow can my conscious be empty? If it was I'd be unconscious. I did think that the word ought to be "conscience" which makes a lot more sense, but then it becomes totally untrue for me. My conscience is far from empty - on the contrary it overflows like the Falls of Sirion.
I have hours, only lonelyI am immortal. I do not have hours, I have
for ever. That's a long time to harbour guilt.
My love is vengeanceMy first reaction to this was
never, but then I thought about the hours I spent fighting with Findekano, the times I screamed that I hated him. And my father's love for his own father became an errand of vengance against his killer. Maybe my own decision to abdicate the crown to my uncle was an act of vengeance too; an act against the brothers who had wanted me dead. There are only three loves in my life that have never been tainted by vengeance. My mother, my brother Macalaure, and my lover
grey.
That's never freeNo-one is ever truly free.
- The Who (Behind Blue Eyes)