That Ebony Moss teeming from your chin
Makes Addiction so Good and Lasting Sign
And when this Fruitful Magic vows to spin
Does merge the Ecto-World in Lumps be fine
Feeling as if your due License subscript
Which soon other Breeds qualify your Level
One which Choices birthed; Cast Lots in receipt
Then celebrate the Rarest Flair in revel
For how used thereof; One you found Depressed
As Trenches so deep un-vacuum the Fish
Choose Hour-Born Types bent with Tendons compressed
And finally enflesh this Long-Due Wish.
Perhaps the Signs, owe to Heaven's Respect
Heaven the Author known; His Will I Accept.