The Fool

Life is fun, naught fun within
Fun in that we live for sin
For when we reach for another's hand
We reach onto another land
A place where death cannot be seen
A shoulder on for us to lean
For this place seem thrived, good but soon,
Lurks about your coming doom
It torched mine heart, mine mind to ash
Regret you will to act this rash!
Then, thou'll claw thine eyes away
And fill the sockets with mud and clay
For whom would see such dangerous thing?
A beasted beauty wandering..
And thou will lo, vexed, in vain
For love is naught afraid of pain
It crashes, burns and voided room
And see thou will the red sun loom
A graceful ending to an honorable thing
What fool I was to have bought the ring!