A beauty that none surpass,
A glory that is as radiant as the sun.

A fever washes over me as I gaze into those eyes,
A meaning that is lost in the void of time.

May I be granted speech so that I may bait the air with profound nonsense.
All in hopes only to lure the mind to the void in my heart,
All that I might live in a symphony of joy.

- found with my DM notes
I believe it was supposed to be a warning for a grand statute that turn the viewer to stone if they gazed too long into it's eyes. A precursor to a boss fight.

Secondly a note on the back of a printed schedule.

There is a sad disfunct with my way of life that compels me to pursue a period of bliss, or entertainment, regardless of how small, in order to put by the wayside a point in time that is pulling me into a deviation, or form of depression. During these times I will milk it for as much as I can, because I know when it ends I will yer (pyth/bid?) for that time when I was able to abate a point in my life that waned my soul.

That is all, nothing else to see here.