The world is a court
The criminals to death
The worst invented sport
The reddest blood ever spilled

Sending an arrow to flight
Without the slightest might
Towards the aimless sea
And the mighty warrior flee

The strongest storms ripples and triples in thee
While the sweetest winds never lands on a tree
The quiver of thy arrows
The faltering promises and vows

The purest of the pure
When lost in cure
A slap for a chum
Comes a rough muted hum

Never heard of the sweetest ****
Actions failed to mount thine hill
Songs never with notes
Three fold empty boats

When ends don’t meet
Anger shows its gritted teeth
What is it that sees but cant feel
So its wounds, sand to stone and never heal.