The intelligent two-souled fool Saw their mind as a tool It's potential endless to test Yet it was never let to rest The fool was to leave with quick pace But their tool became too ingrained into this place Where people scratch and claw To feed the website's unending maw One day, when one soul led The following, the other soul said: "We need to bring this story to a close lest we be refrained from treating it as a rose." To agreement, both souls sufficed To fool those who they once treated nice Saying they would one day leave On the mark of five-year's eve Attached to this site, the souls had grown To them, this fact was not unknown Around these lands their mind would roam As if this was a second home From here they could not depart They'd continue to display their works of art They knew that if they tried to flee Return they would do, as if guided by the sea And the two souls, one with mask, the other crown Can finally let their story die down And move on to other plans For more creations made from their hands
