Never shall I love another earthborn face

And I (the knave, the fool) will stay inept

Condemned to forge a barren hell

To deify and then dispel

That summers' love....... in winters' rain I wept



At the vista on the edge of forever

Where the party is culminating thus

Iago deals a hand again

That I have not the wit to comprehend



Above all else our birthright to be shackled will remain

And paths we choose can only be so wide

To greener pastures hence?

(Who knows?)

The joker rocks the fence

But in pastures, green or barren, we abide



At this vista on the edge of forever

Where the party has culminated thus

The deified can now ascend

To where I've not the wit to comprehend



With the currency of damnation

On whom do we spend our sorrow?