[aVorbiss]: 642.Random Scribblings of a Past Present.Ch3

IN This very old and worn book
I will tell the events which took,
place within THE HEART OF a BOY.
   His deep happiness of all love can employ,
  resulted in something that would destroy.

Now alone he was not
   AND Of others I have not forgot.
-FOR- No story is {ever} complete
   WITHOUT Others for BOY to meet.

COMPLICATED it may be
 to retell this to ye.

     IT All started one day,
      which would change the way
      that BOY had hoped to stay...

As sun was dying down
and bells once again rang
nine times a day. As sad as a clown,
something in -heart- sprang.

AS If a weed on a lawn,
on that very dawn,
BOY walked into a certain class.


   A Sight beyond description.
    Codes without encryption.
  Vulnerable HE became.
    He met an angel without a name.

     FOR Now excuse my feeble hand,
     for my fingers cannot understand
     how it is an angel be displayed
     for SHE cannot be remade.


    So BOY stared in awe
    and mind raced at what he saw.
   "SHE cannot be real," he thought.
      And of HER, BOY forgot.

TWISTED HE became,
no longer thinking of HER name.
Now he kept to himself,
 until the bell dismissed this army of elf{s}

   Walked away BOY did,
     and continued as HE did.