No light in here
Our fist's for fancy
Majesty is such a word
Compelling me to a gilded lienancy

Shame, do I know you like a flower?
Simple issues, to keep a life's vex
Poise, portrayal, and peace, where in is power
A fugitive of cold harbor's and season's elect

Patiently, none to seek
Truly, poor challenges of the kind
Come to those, with love to let
See the affirm, well to do in reason and rhyme

Now with a name
For isle's of forethought
We save ourselves in any voice to claim
Then and meted, between the morrow and lot's

Calm me for a salt?
When I hate the world, ever love
So suggested to know the eye of fault
But where a shadow has known, a lip has come to thus