Mine eye and heart face a mortal war

In which they skirmish over thy sight;

Just as the legends of lore,

Mine heart needs freedom of it's right.

Mine heart in which faith in he may lavishly lie -

A gentle heart, pierced by ominous eyes -

The burdening plea I must deny!

The attachment to he, in which dismay lies.

To this war, I shall be impaled

Upon this Distortion quest of the heart,

To find his flag, to which I hath hailed

Held to my silver soul, never to depart.

And thus; mine eye travels to the farthest parts,

For only Arceus knows of loving hearts.