Is this what a wandering bard sounds like?
I never knew what the phrase poetry in motion meant...
Until I've listened to your solemn lofty nectar hymns
Everything is dark only some lights illuminate the night
So rot, ferment and decompose as time passes he sang
So all the things may grow or wallow in this dusty world
Strange euphoria you invoke wisps my soul to the sky
And when the sun sinks slowly down we wish for it so
To linger a little bit longer yet the night gleams await
April’s dew becomes summer's sweet cold fresh wine