• I try to divine my odds,
    seeking answers escaping.
    Wanting nothing more than
    requiem for a shattered heart,
    but I've growing tired of praying.
    I've always walked roads less
    traveled by, this, my downfall,
    my mistake.
    Because I never arrive in the
    place I need be to mend this
    heartache.
    And so I tend to wear a pale
    mask of indifference upon my face,
    while alone and feeling out of place.
    Now, I could always cast some
    runes and hope for Sygel,
    and I could draw cards and read
    the three.
    I could even do the math to find
    reasons why good things slip away.
    But I know it's beyond my control
    and at the end of today I'll rest my soul
    and dream and hold onto hope always.
    Life is a cycle, so the bitterness will
    fade in due time.
    Until then I shall do what I can to let my dim light shine