ye of tru sentient flock all's lite sown of nor fate depth
though stray era flock again loss site via waning insight

hence set ye decline to take stock in flock's less purposeful
scorched wool

yet still lingering lite of ole flock still grasp morning rite
cause much like breathe of sentient it'll have to disappear

this recollect once era of lite via what not compound made
realm of deaf words more than yearn all's etch bound turn