I
steep & sheer denial
juts from tender kisses on the breast
i offer this lament
rehearsed until my soul is laid to rest
Failnaught!
i shoot 7 flaming arrows toward your chest
only my lackluck
would will each one to miss you

II
my heart is seeping sweet sappy kisses
my brain was washed ashore
the sea had granted all my wishes
Goodcall!
3 rings?
i say "best wishes to you, my Wizard"
yet i wield darkness in your way
to emulate my own lightless blizzard