hear the heartbeat of the forest
its magic grace a dalliance of time
a wanderer forgets his place
a serpent finds its foe
no more a stranger to pride and lust
a mortal man seeks solace in the follies of life
whence he came he knoweth not
yet bounds into the endless dreds of hope
he repents his sins yet yearneth for more
eden closes her doors to this mark-ed solider of fortune
telleth the moon to her moor
'ye cannot enter heaven on the wings of a dove'
be not still ye child of Jove
fate loves a wicked game of chance
but a better man will come still
and he will know the tribulations once more
how shalt ye feel when thy time come
ye must choose faith over fortune
love over fame; a tyrannt ye cannot be
for the worthy only enter heaven
close thine eyes and move your soul
create a rift between hand and heart
a woman's embrace is soon to come
there is yet hope.
sleep is among thee. It is too soon.
run fleck-ed observer to the forest.
be it now the sun chooses to shut her eyes
to thine misery and misdeeds.
S.W.
6/11/07
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