Fool,
what
a blind stupid fool..!
he
knows not what he,
can
see, everything for free.
Before
him a crown,
not
of thorns but of beauty,
worth
more than money,
more
than all his toil.
Something
precious,
more
than gold, silver,
even
this diamond carat cut.
Life
has not been kind,
he
has lost not only,
his
mind,
but
his ability to feel,
missing
out on what,
light
could not steal,
The
flicker of candles,
blows
out his flame,
he
dumbly fails here,
to
even recognise her name.
The
power not his to
tell,
he
staggers, heady,
unaware
of the glory,
her
wonderful ethereal smell.
God
he's an idiot,
a
joker in her sight,
someone
foolish and trite,
walking
crookedly alone,
sleeping
restlessly each night.
If
only he'd take off,
the
veil, his blindness,
and
cherish this view.
But
he trips into the well,
drowned
once more alive,
sent
straight to hell,
with
season pass for
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