What I do at night
Is visiting the Zypher domain
To strengthen my weaken heart
By communing with the moon
The reason filled with your thoughts
I wish our shadow meet
At the path aisles to the Royal shrine
The gulf has grown between us
Come wind! Go and bring her here
Pouring the juice to her ear
To paint her lips with oil
And heal her pale.
All alone with the talks
My friends said am crazy
The city felt sorry, odious price
Oh! Am I really an oaf?
I care never to know
But the stream I visit understands
My exhausted carbon grows wings
And carry my code to the tree
I hope one day
She will sit under that tree
Near the beckoning stream
And the moon will open its eyeball
There, she  will hear the discuss


By St. Ylexinho
It will end in praise
Forever young!