He undertook
  Such a jolly folly
To search for his heart's twin

O'er plain, and peak
   Never sparing daring
Mad quest he did begin

He careless spent
  All his funny money
For he spared no expense

Heard of a man
   said to uncover lovers
Without a recompense

"He's only known
   as the Giant Bryant"
For there were none bigger

So off he went
  For how dare-he tarry
With the greatest vigor

Within one moon
  He did righted sighted
The giant's stone castle

And cautious stepped
  Midst the towers flowers
For he was quite facile

With guarded prose
  Lest he adverse converse
Relayed his quest of years

And though none be
  A more mighter blighter
Tall Bryant shed six tears

"Your search for love"
    Reflects gallant talent
And will surely quench thirst

In yonder vale
  In a deeping sleeping
A daughter who's born first
    
A true love's heart
   And hair flaxen waxen
Braids tressed with a blue fleur

She longs for love
    To keep-her deeper
Hope steels her to endure

It was just so
  For he found-her sounder
In the vale with fields green

Her braided hair
   In breeze saving waving
With the suns golden sheen

As he held her
  In their blissing kissing
Knew he'd ne'er search again

For in her eyes
   Shown a growing knowing
Reflecting his hearts twin

The chilling snow storm winds howl,
a cry heard around the town.
The neighborhood dogs run afoul,
not even the frostbit air can hold them down.

The streets are deserted, desolate,
street light flicker on and off.
We try to make the best of it,
a storm which we've all had enough of.

The floor creaks,
beneath my feet,
as I make my way into the den.

The walls creak,
and sound weak,
just like everything built by men.

I pick up my book,
"The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn",
the perfect read,
for when snowed in.

The time on the clock ticks,
and ticks,
and ticks,
and even clicks.

Time wasting away,
on a snowy winter day.

The cabin I'm in,
is full of sin,
lust, ******,
and even some mahogany.

I live in a house of hate,
a cesspool of lies.
All of which,
I will not deny.

And I will admit,
I really do miss,
your beautiful smile,
oh, it drove me wild.

But I failed you,
and you have the right to leave.
Chew me up and spit me out,
like your average *******.

So I will sit here,
in this raging winter storm,
and feed the fire more,
feed the fire more.

I saw that book
you left on our desk.
My desk.
I could not open it.
Not even look.

I found those photos
we kept in our closet.
My closet.
I tore them apart.
Your head to your toes.

That letter you wrote me
in red marker that
bled from our tears.
My tears.
It's gone now.
Waste of a tree.

You signed it "Forever Yours"
It was not ours.
You were mine.
So I thought.  
No drop of water shall
ever touch these lonesome shores.

To makeup for injustice.
You must offend those that thought it was justified.
For they will hide behind pride.

To overturn wrong.
You must point out the truth.
Especially to your chosen group.

And we very aware that the truth hurts.

Collapsing core's,
the seize of the soul.
Irregular hearts,
not so regular holes.

Hands intertwined,
but not with mine.
Bodies touch,
warm and kind.

I fight for you,
a fight I lose.
I go unnoticed,
you have no clue.

So in my misery, I wallow,
and I swallow,
my love for you,
into my heart, hollow.