… and, chaos reigns with every pant of life
Thy kingdom torn. My kingdom never happened,
Nor, have my muse ‘ve been true,
Nor, have we fostered strife,
Nor I, loomed to attain my silver weapon,
To conquer her.
I know not of rules I we’ve challenged not,
I know not of chance we keptn’t fertile.
Yet, deep inside,
Gloom, impregnates my hut.
My heart, my mind, my soul, in quests exsertile,
To make her mine.
… and, chaos, is the rule, we all damned to confront,
Eternal wrong, exempt from our timespan.
God died in the attempt
To get us all along,
His kingdom torn. We’ll see, if my will happen,
For I have known her.