His Black Holiness Wandering in thoughts of far gone, Though | Arya's Journal

His Black Holiness

Wandering in thoughts of far gone,
Thought a boy of all he had done,

“Why have I and what should I have,
What could I and why should I have?”

“Which the right and which the faulty?
Who did it serve, me?, the Mighty?”

Walked upon his guard, the angel,
“There you go, sir!” heard in marvel.

Hypnotized, awe, and the darkness,
Fixed the sight right on the cup’s face,

Mesmorised, raw, and the substance,
Locked the eyes on lines that ‘d dance,

Shortly after, reached the dancers,
Up to his nose, where the show’s dense,

Took the first sip in the instance,
Looked a while long in the distance.

“This weather is far from bad!
let the wind take all that I had.”

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