FoolDespite the effort, still I failAnd wondering what I live forA valueless existence - painIs all I am anymoreThe sands run short and apathy-The best that I can manage-I see there is no reason left,Nor anything to scavenge.My speech is tired, head bowed lowShoulders hanging in defeatAnd though I tried - I truly did-My fate - too strong - I just can't beatI smile a bit - to think of itA fool to even tryThere never was a chance for meAnd why bother to cry.
Easy PreyAnd so he came to walk alone -and through the forest- late at nightDriven away into the dark -victim of malice, envy, and spiteThe trees stand silent -dark and brooding- moonlight shines through here and thereThe cool wind whispers through the leaves and teasingly tugs at his hairDeeply breathing -soothing, fresh- the scents of summer, green and haleCalm and peace -silent companions- walk with him along the trailThough only he would call them that -these faint and long forgotten pathsFor none but he yet walk these woods -by day, much less once night is castThe sounds of night surround and soothe and willingly his cares all fad