Disclaimer: Stryfe does not belong to me, but in his Eighteenth Permutation Insanity guise he DOES belong in my Damned Time and Dammed Time arc... and so does this poem. :) Enjoy

It's far too late to help me now,

I'm lost beyond redemption.

No joy nor love can touch my heart,

Hope in permanent suspension.

To save me now must doom me then,

To kill me then dooms every now,

Back and forth and around again,

Where's the when and who's the how.

You say you want to help me but,

You're far too soon too far too late,

Futurepast too soon for me,

And pastfuture much too long to wait.

Would you travel into never

Was-would-be-when-already-gone.

Back and forth, around about, will

You go? And undo what's been done?

I live, and die, and live again,

Around and 'round and 'round I go,

Living a Moebius' loop,

And will I stop? I do not know.

And yet, it may be possible,

To find the circle's single end,

To find the corner of the loop, and pull,

And all futures thereby might amend.

Not now, but then, in future past,

When I will one day have been was,

Innocent enough and young, you

Could save me then, to your good cause.

To live I must die, in dying,

Do I live again, forever,

Never resting never slowing,

Hanging myself by chaos' tether.

Save me, or save yourself, it will

All have going to be the same.

For my sins we all must suffer,

And die in one another's name.

fin