A Twisted Game
Ignorance is innocence,
Nothing more wretched.
Meagerly you nourish, on a breath of prayer,
To suffer,
To weep,
With faint flames of the sun.
Holy and Glowing heart,
A heart like mine.
In my small hovel, where
Blossoms of dream grew ripe,
My Earth intact,
You envy me,
Revenge.
Eternal Fate,
With Omnipotent Time,
The fates weave Destiny,
Forever my master and
Yours.
And this my hearths,
Which you did not build,
Never to heed,
The fury of winds,
The shadows' dance
A burdened man's anguish,
A long, twisted game.