Quintet I: 'Blind' Poem by Cory Fox

Should gold be had from lead
Forge me a lavish crown
Because it need not be said
What makes the world go round

'Try and fill my cup with empathy, 
Or to this starving belly stave, '
What silly beggars rant and rave'
Dust to dust, you can't fight the symmetry, '
I swear, I'll take it to the grave!

Let your silver tongue lash all over me
Of quests I've yet to claim
For God, for love, for all humanity
I've nothing more to gain