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.
