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Vista (Chalice)

Never shall I love another earthborn face And I (the knave, the fool) will stay inept Condemned to forge a barren hell To deify and then dispel That summers' love....... in winters' rain I wept At the vista on the edge of forever Where the party is culminating thus Iago deals a hand again That I have not the wit to comprehend Above all else our birthright to be shackled will remain And paths we choose can only be so wide To greener pastures hence? (Who knows?) The joker rocks the fence But in pastures, green or barren, we abide At this vista on the edge of forever Where the party has culminated thus The deified can now ascend To where I've not the wit to comprehend With the currency of damnation On whom do we spend our sorrow?