I am a worrier ,one of light
playing with stone and might
in life's cradle,
in a jungle of emotions with only but my pride to cuddle.
I strike with my halo,
to darkness saying hello.
Have never give'n to the 'bliss' he bestows on seekers,
but the feeling is no longer as good.
My heart whispers the secret garden to my my mind,
and I wonder what's like to given to the temptation.
Mortal to our own thoughts and broken by the eyes of the world, tread softly because oh, the earth is delicate and quite selfish with its secrets
— The End —