Serenaded with notes that
Ingrain themselves, my ship...

No mourning site to rest my head,
Just ashes all around...

Upon a meadow's green and luscious grass,
And as the stream regaled me with her news...

There's little now but brittle bones
That once were furnace wrought...

If I could write a simple verse for you
By leaving out all things of no import...

by trying to mix
with everyone, you will...

My blade is not as keen as in the past
When mighty oaks would fall with just a swing...

I ask you all to gather round my humble flame
And listen to these words and truths that cool the...

Evolution has my
Gratitude for...

when my skin has frayed
and my heart has melted like ice...

Will judges, all, please take the stage,
Drawing a line on this sordid page...

It looked out to sea and charted our course,
It sat in the flowers, the heather and gorse...