Ambrosial language I quest for thy heavenly manner
Mine life's running short
I canst seeith the drab channel's lantern's.
I don't needeth criss-cross paterns
Just a I loveth thou
Not an adieu
Farewell's art to common
I needeth one thick and through.
The bask of sensuality
I want to afire this chill
I'm stuck in a maze
Like a phantom in place
Trying to make mine way
Back home....