Un-Thrifting Essence, what of Loneliness Allows the Hill across to bend and weep? Who is to blame? Are you the Sorceress Drawn to cast an Un-Witting Spell so deep? These are all but Questions; If I may add Failed on Writ, yet convenient to Subject Here is the Adjective I thought I had But the Spell did lie thus made to reject My Immortal Covenant: To Keep you, Dearest Talent; A Servant's Dud I make Within a shadow shines a Brighter Hue, A Promise I no longer will Forsake: Though in Essence always revealed un-been I am that Shadow never revealed un-seen.