I don't see this finding expression in the realm, but am sad about it
Here goes...
I have sinned. The fire so big all around
I fired a shot, but the wall was too short
The wind sent it out of the court
Well I guess that's why a shot's called "fired"....
No green all around, just the faint sound
of flames picking up the little-left moss.
My luck won't grow till the noise stops. From the black liquid tree, a rope drops.
My game is buried, for now
I haven't known like it another
I'd like to play, but can't forget how
if my how is sad, why even bother?
The bridge ahead is beautiful, the altar builds the home,
Many its warm roots welcome, alas forgetting some.
If winding roots are not enough, the wind at least will come
To take me to its waiting-place, until the lakes are one.
Klatdees
E: the last couplet was a mix of three incompatible thoughts...should be better now