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Weiss Guertena
The mind from which flows illustrious art,
Deteriorated with skill
And broken heart,
Bright pain of madness, such a stinging dart.
Where has your genius fled and gone?
Pitiful man,
Uninspired.
No muse for your red sight to light upon!
A/N: Just a bit of schoolwork. Read, Review, and Enjoy.
C.D.M.