The volcanoes of your conceit erupted
Although lava ablazed me
Adversity smitted me with frostbite
The magnets of your all- pervasive nature sharpened
I was a needle in a haystack
Although winds blew me off loose
Generosity smitted me to stay aloof
My visage shows nuances from the heart
And you're skilful artist enough
To show my countenances from your brain
You might now be a herd-robber
But I precisely must be a phantom..