Poetry

A lost spirit in life watches without mind.
Two stones are cast across time.
Only to be retrieved later by one so bold.
One of sinister and wretchedness. The other; One of gold.

A madman will never find Happiness`s share.
Slowly interpreting greed as love and care.
His committing to emptiness, disappointment, despair.
The madman will weep and the people will cheer.