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-=Fool's Errand=-

I am bleeding, within this hearts repose
for 'tis you that holds me, I suppose
Within silence, betwixt soul and spyre
Unable to see your tender rose.

What I've found, I have lost again,
No clarion horns, No silver end
No touch from thee, I best entreat
And perish any heart the mend

As foolish one can ever be
If not be fooled, inspired thee
of once cool inviting rain
now cold and desolate as they be

For 'tis not you this message send
But found amidst a battle spend
the wholeness taken, all of me
I lie alone as I began and shall end.

©2003 Marc Guerrero/Samurai!FX