Something radical must be done
To stop the shards my heart’s begun
To weave in one though broken still
Of heartbreak’s dominance had its fill.

But I’ll not let this little motion
Bring me back to cold emotions
Eagerness, efficient anx-iety
Will drive the Gods bliss suffering from me
No time no more to be run down
By snakes and dragons and mundane clowns.

I will, if it be meaningless
If it spark my unhappiness,
Let the shards lay apart until the day
When she unites the sharded blade

Then a king shall I become
Till then I’ll suffer heartbreak from
The loss of she
And what we can be.
The promise of heaven
The wholeness of spheres
The magic of seven
Beyond vales of tears