A romantic mare's nest so real in abstracts.
My head drains slowly along deluge of thoughts.
Despondency is uses to replenish my gaiety as truth and lie combat.
My eyes and heart both in flawless quest,
Skirmishing; fighting over a food for the gods.
The formers in their right and latency strive
To spare nature the cheat; the heart for sight.
Delusion of self will merit in such-
'Cheer; when the head's abode is the sea.
To nurture no misfortune, they lie the truth the heart is telling.
And the latter bestirred his head to heedless;
of strife and blows.
Combat knows him the herald of their fuition's death,
To live and be loved by the goddess.
He puts his blood.
