Have you broken the rules,
or gone lost in decease?
Are we all just your fools
to have suffered belief?

Through the wonder of words
on face valued as truth
now seen fleeting as birds,
innocence lost as youth.

Is there some twist of fate
to this tale we've not heard?
Should God's pupils die late
After they're lost in word?

Or has fantasy come
to minds drifting in grief?
Inspire sonnets for some
who might best have relief.

Ah, from blind sideline perch,
in wide wonder we gaze.
feeling lost in the lurch
as mice wondering amaze.

Quite!