You have long been a pursuer of my flower, the one that has proved so elusive, let me comfort you with a death so glorious****

Out of the blue came you out of the mists came I, a seeker of the new experience a puzzle yet to be completed all so very new****

Pieces that fit together not always to match, love as hate not always equal, yet hope shall be a match for my despair when this flower may gasp no more****

Sunlight does not always allow all things to grow to bloom, night cannot always signal the ending of the day, there is always you awaiting the the time****

A path do I follow not so important where it ends, ther is no starting point to suggest any danger that you may succumb by****

Heroes well they are just for the dreamer, a fantasy I choose not to afford, what I have seen has been too much too soon****

Glory is not all it should be nor can it redeem you from yourself, it is very short lived so time knows no side, so now the flower belongs to me****

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