Of Those Jewels
Most Exquisite
There Being Three
Which I Have Known
Entering My Life
Always
As If
In Times
When One's Spirit
Has Grown Weary
Lifes Travails
Weighing Heavy
Each Time
Honor Was Mine
In Those Days
I Knew Happiness
But Those Were Times
When I Was Strong And Sure
And Never Wavered From My Purpose
A Time Where, Before Me
I Had The Model
Upon Which To Guide My Hands
To Help Guide Other's
But I Allowed The Second
To Enter My Heart
And I Abandoned All
To Sate My Own Desires
Placing Myself Before Those In Need
I Hoped
I Coveted
I Aspired...
For That Which...
Could Never Be Mine
For I Was Not Of The Same Quality
For I Had Many Facets
Unfinished
Flaws Unmended
And I Knew Failure
And Because Of That Frailty
I Fell From Mine Own Grace
And From That Falling
I Failed...
Many
And Thus Grew Uncertainty
And I Wavered
My Hands...
Unsure
I Felt Only Pain For Myself
I Withdrew From Life
I Ran
From Those
In Need Of Succor
My Heart Grew Cold...
Beating For None
Not Even Myself
I Placed Around It
High, Forboding Walls
Allowing None To Enter
And Soon
Darkness Set In
My Heart Became Still
