Angel
     of
my paragon
purpose restored,
    my
professor
  who
      is
possessor
of those
twin
   Lilliputian eyes
   that
flare forever
and outpour with the
radiance
    of
raging effusive fires;
you hath engaged
     my
existent pen again,
and chased away
        the
cerebral creatures
that scowl,
scorn,
and when their voices
would blend,
      speak
              to
      me
as
     one
intrusive liar.
Their
pure evil
      features
would
      glare
upon    me
   then,
t
       a
u
      t
with
abusive ire!

But since I have been reborn!

N
    o
w
           with
my intrepid
ideas
unburdened,
              my
attendant
that
    ha­s
ascended
shall soon
yield
     her
misty
       wispy
pinions
       to
the
generated
whirlwind
-a whirlwind        that
she
         herself
did
     create-
                 and
those snow white
wings
     will
steadily
scintillate
         as
she flutters
     freely
            into
the
    casement
       of
my
    chamber
     late,
     to
             carry
nightly
     passionate
      poetry
to
me.