I picture it, soft, and I ache

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Amun frowned at Sam's warning. Taking a break, the potter set down his brush and stepped aside from the canvas. Then he smiled at the bookmaker. "Think of it this way: you're still copying. Only, instead of copying another painting, this time you're just copying from real life." Pausing, the advisor raised an eyebrow at the other man.

Returning to the painting, Amun lifted his brush again, moving on to work on Sam's clothes. Hesitating for just a moment at the bookmaker's question, the potter sighed. "It's...kind of hard to explain," he admitted.

Working in silence for a few moment, he hummed a low note. "By day, I looked human. By night, though, I was transformed. I had horns and I glowed and I took my sustenance from the moon. I was beautiful in an otherworldly and ethereal way. And I was immortal, though like now I could be killed."

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid