(Sorry for the errors of the last post)
I wrote this short little poem for a friend, to express the pains they
feel through my visions, it may not be what they feel exactly but it's
how I would feel if I was in their shoes.

One Thousand tears have been shed,
as the pain is spread,
I'd rather be left for the dead.
More tears will be dropped,
just like having your soul cropped.
The pain will not null,
my sights gone dull.
Love is no longer to me,
My soul is no longer free.

Stay Strong.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Niuran, in the year 135 MA.