Ethereal calm was sown by Naiades
Vague delight
Dead wood's paleness, bygone

O weightless thought
Microscopic darwins
Particles of a cruel hour-glass
That's filled with empty seed
Raining down a poet's grave

Earily thy sad wind roars
Blows and weaves on torrid shores
Careworn mermaids flicker grey
Elderly thy morn-boughs sway

When the oddest foe entwines me
and ballads die away
When the witty moons pass by like habits
I'll starve in bleak dismay

Chasms whisper:
"Joy is numba fatal chaliceno escape"

Thou hath waltzed o'er pastures of frailty
With cygnets wrapped in moss
Murky day-dreams plague thee O nadir
Thy energy disdained by sourness

Make thy loom of wisdom
Into a sprouting remedy
Be aware that thou shall mind
Thy timid orphaned naiades

A swarm of white owlets
To clear my lovesick heart