Under sun's warm breath and winter's frozen moon
To the river's fast current and society's torment
I promised to enshrine you in my cocoon-
Save you when all others' did circumvent.
They saw you exhausting and jaded
A mind turned mad- full of tragic despair
I knew you as exuberant and unweighted
Full of life, love and amiable flair
I loved you- serving was no favor
I sought to be your crusading savior-
Dear friend- you were so frail
Tried though, laboriously,
fate had another plan -
In the end, my friend, you- I failed.
For the Nailed or Failed contest by Black Eyed Susan