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in the depths of despair i cry to thee, for thou art a kind and gentle being
stopping in moments to gasp, falling far to your beauty that hath no compare
the emeralds shine with brilliance, glowing like the fire warming us through and through
our bodies speak what our souls cannot, but thou art an illusion of confusion indeed

i miss the words you never spoke to me, the times that failed to turn in the sands of time
for my heart is empty in despair --- overcome with the darkness, i fall within
found crying out for someone i never knew, a heart i will never touch
for life is unbearable at times --- passing each day with the gloom of the air
it smells not of roses, but of the leaves which are swept into piles and burned

for thy heart is beautiful and adorned with the finest rubies, flawless in their creation
they spent many long years in the depths of the earth, burning in the fires below
your hands like silk of the finest quality, unmatched in their perfection
crafted by the worn hands of firm instruction and the sweetest grace

this world is empty without your presence, for i did not know who you were
nor will i discover your identity... i am but a fool, trapped in his own thoughts

the time has come, and passed --- the petals dispatched into the wind
and the ocean moves with the power of natures mother who cannot be forced
caught in the winds that stoke the fires of the blacksmith
hammering each sword into perfection, as the battle drums sound
and the warriors march begins

the brilliance of the mind is that it creates the world in which it lives
it sees the perfection that it cannot give, and lies in wicked foolishness
for my heart is a glass rod, smashed against a wall of reality's stone
and the pieces that lay below serve as a warning to those that pass
folly chases the fool who should travel this road
and weak is his heart..
lost is his soul..