battered and battered with no kind
to grind the wooden maiden,
set in the waves of Poseidon;
shattered and shattered for no rind
left behind by rai-den who caves in
to get in and raid-in’.
clattered and clattered each weatherin’
unkind thunderous raven,
with avarice preyed to dine in
and have a rice or some mice,
for no Bast left to my aghast.
tattered and tattered my witherin'
mind, so in the captain’s haven
I shivered and laid in,
prayed and gave in at last.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
I Travelled the weary tribes of willow,
mellow the climes of starry up above fellow;
the waning grace shined with no diffidence,
well oh well the white berry ripes in confidence
Follow the path which goes to the lake of the wild,
One I spend as a child, some thousand nights
staring at the Argos with starry eyes,
painted and clothed by the skies
of thousand nights with pearly whites,
soul tainted and clotted, one cries
and dies for the beauty is of no mild
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC