A poets heart dead
Words uttered dread
A soul walking aimless
Seeking solace blameless
Yet the dream return
As a movie rerun
Who doth he fool
Tears where a tool
Cold his heart cannot be
Yet none doth see
A lifeless beast of passion
Not committed to treason
Yet the poet killed
Worldly lustre filled
For a poets heart submit to one
His words still dead and gone
Yet rhyme will he
Till the grave to be