Wednesday, March 23, 2005

I just don't have it any more
The joy that filled my mind
A dark force pushing me to the floor
Just uncaring, not unkind
A stand here alone,
A fool in the court
Chilled by the stone
On which they make sport
And laughing for kings
And dancing for princes
I ride on the wings
An act that convinces
And if I find I'm filled with anger
I'll have to beat it to the ground
And If I find that I may murder
I heed the oath to which I'm bound
So if you find me on the floor,
Shattered in the dust
Place me back upon the table
In the darkness there to rust

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