For phone foes of pho are the best. Their blood is the drink of the birds in the nest.
The blood hungry villains dig deep in the ground
Digging much faster than any ole hound
These birds on the wing are quite strong so it seems
Their thirst for the living is shown in their gleam
The dead are forgotten
Dirt covers their bed
Their bodies are rotten
So why are they REaD.

Oh cruelest teacher
My starlight maiden
My mortal heart trembles in your presences and longs for you with omniscient prose
Be it passion or lust my desires lay here. Love?
Aye, love it be.
For how now my muse sits by my side. Songs of glory and rain. Her melody cools down my heart,
through harmony, my pain

Stay me awhile more
Stay me here I pray
That you may ease  
disturb-ed heart
my whispered requiem