The Fool Of Iniquities

A fool I am to my own iniquities

Eternally the drifter chasing these nomadic dark clouds

For even though they seem heavy hearted

They wonder…

As I the same wish to

Because among the elegant sky

There are no more stars that will linger alongside that majestic white moon

Nor do the butterflies flutter by in the summer time

So of the winter do I fall

But, in the spring I had found myself lost in a garden of lilies and of lilies

The vision of beauty that pierced the thrones of my perception

Making me hope towards something sacred once again

Yet, my admiration blinded me

To the sight of a florescent flora that had already been deflowered

Therefore when I realized the truth

I had to come to grips with the thoughts of losing this deep infatuation

Tragic some would say

Although I did not love, so no pain befell my lonely soul

Still the memories were nice

And will remain as such until they all fade

As I will

While drifting with these heavy eternal clouds

Following my dark and nomadic heart

Thus, whereas I wish I will wonder; Seemly known to myself as
The fool of iniquities

~ Paradise's Poet ~