Darko-Ashitaka

SQUARE SHAPED CIRCLES Exhale your breath of ice; spit it out like the brave warrior you are not Thaw the icicles of misery and torment you once fraught, And leave us here, to die, running in square shaped circles There's not much to do, not much to say, let alone to fight for At least that's what you say But there's so much to achieve, so much to shout, so much to struggle for But not with me At least that's what you'll say So, write your long verses of shapeless poetry and perpetuate those non-existent rhymes as if the mighty lord of Time himself would never get tired of reading you, on and on and on, until the day he eventually die