The Epiphany of the Greater Good

13th January 2010

Dearest, you’re an idiot, A fool in thine eyes: For thee, must you be so ire for something that remains A small fraction, ever so small, of impossibility; Ah, foe, the yonder of thine eye Sees all, transparent and true. I will not cease to boil, The tables thy rage has turned, O! For rage bestowed upon me be only transformed into a devil’s rage, O fair one, the clouds become darker. Thou dost not perchance the lovers together, For eery selfishness spoils thy broth; Raindrops pitter, Patter, Hast thou understood the beings of such superiority - Need all be inspiration. How now, my unfair lord, The answers you seek dost not skip past eyes of mine, I bear the truth. Thine king, thine O lord, shall bear the crown and words of Prince Hamlet, Continue to reap rewards from talent and pure grace, Hast without thee. Without thee, o ungracious one, Of tomfoolery.