hitherto the crows enveloping the sky and whereupon my zest for life decayed were a trio of three- she, him and I
in the meadow grew hollyhock and rye he catered to the grain, i to the flower the roots began to shift and the rustling wind sigh
though beautiful, she was the apple of my eye the flower paled in worth, my attention drew elsewhere her voice was soft and musical; enamourment nigh
quiet was the night and little time did i bide for death only lay dormant and life dreamt uncertain so I offered her a walk, a moonlight stride
βtwas lovely until she dipped down, collapsed and cried i, mortified, could not quell her despair had he heard?; not a minute passed and βlone he arrived
her despair was my own and solace i could not find; the hollyhock has long since died; i wish for no more hitherto the crows enveloping the sky were a trio of three- she, him and i