I I Cap'n, my eyes are fierce
the window to the soul glossy with tears
i present you with 2 gold tokens a gift to the seer
who lives in the cave the dearest friend of the deer
hidden away in the fresh musk of the wooden realms friends
filled with visions and eyes of dea with no end
to see or not to see the cure to mysteries misery
my hungry mind could use some rotisserie