I can't help but wonder
Why I feel alone tonight
Recoiling from the sun
As if branded by the light
Labeled by my intentions

Words wrought with iron
Indeed, do I dare
Concealing my concern
When I can't help but care
Lamenting my intentions

I can't live up to this
This so-called epitome
The posterboy, the image of
An ever-lasting loyalty
When touch is my intention

I'll only break your heart
With antics I abhore
I'm sorry that I've failed you
But I've failed me even more
With nothing but intentions





-Marcalo De'Unnero

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 362 AF.