I moot deye, certeyne. Al moot goth that ilke weye. I wot wel, thou darst it nat withseyn.

Sothe, this maistow understonde and seen at ye. He moot ben deed, the king as shal a page. Eek moot al creatures on lyve, bestes and briddes.

Richely loketh and herkneth if thou leste. Namore I wol beth aghast, for oon jewele eterne is myne. And oon with which colde pykepurs deeth may nat flee.

My conning is so wayk I can unnethes any word expresse, Evere to telle yow al the descripcioun -- as sonne sparklinge, as fyr.

Povre smithrie of wordes, I ne have no language to telle. As wolde god, it leveful were to me; yet I begge to speak of her who hath it yeven, and thogh I wold nought biknowe her name, redde diapred well in this garland of speche it may be.

I wold bifore hir finde eterne fyr.

     While wondering among the mists and clouds of a gloomy day, in San Diego California, I stumbled upon a Comic Book shop - where I found this poem.  It is a beautiful print, with the picture split, and the poem nestled between the two images.  The top of a man riding along a lonely path, his back to us, slumped. 

     Below was a close up view of the woods he was traveling.  A very stunning piece of art, more so by these words it contained.  I do not know much more about it, it is signed with pencil, I can only make out one name 'Robert Gould', and it is numbered 262/950.

     Below that is an icon with 'Two Man Horse' scrolled acrossed it.  I have placed it here with hope to find out more about it, and of the artists which published it.  I would really be interested in finding out where the words came from, if it was some poem written many years ago, or if it was written in our modern times.  If you have any information on this piece please contact me or even better if you are the artist, I would love to hear from you.  If this is your work, and you would like me to remove it, please contact me.

A mad poet