Reign of water on my eyes
The sword will fight you.
Let’s see who dies.
Gates of black and fragile spears
Cannot hold back the horde of tears.
The funny thing is, I’m not sad.
They’re wasted on naught,
And that’s too bad.
Ink of my soul should not be squandered,
But should write for a reason.
Write like a comic-tragedy well pondered
Write of love and its occasional treasure
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