A deplorable history, Which was always a shady mystery. Placing me in a boat, Which I ought to loath. Rowing down the river, Rimmed with memories of silver. Its churning waters of pain, Where I dread to be lain. Forbidden is my need For a fish made of lead Till overwhelming desires Drown me to join my sires.
Happy New Year in Arrears! Make a sentence out of the bold words.