I read a man, I saw a man, but they say he was not a man.
If not a man be then God he surely is?
If not a God be then surely a being of unusual measure.

I saw a place, I visited a place, but this place was not of this time.
If not a place of visit be then it surely was past?
If not a place of past then it surely is a reckoning of futures to come.

Unholy world not worthy of Love in any form
Beast’s make taste of wines that do poison men

And where be woman you ask, woman is found weeping beyond.

None of you which can profess to know of Love, because
you cannot truly unconditionally love anyone.

More so none of you who can profess to know loss,
for what have you lost, expect a heart from love.

That is not a loss, but a lesson.  Come to me again when you
have truly lost something more than yourself or your heart of misplaced.

(c) Copyright Penny Lane Best