Fluttering Aloft In Toying Wind
Seeming Guise Derive And Stray...

Befall augment of swirling mist
Belied dim light perforate through...

Vanished forever ye mighty ones
Cursed were you seven hill of torment...

O' Lord why is the devil smiling at me?
This should befall me and I must reap...

Quivering this cold and bitter night
Weary weakness and lose of might...

Did you think to look behind?
Before you started to drive...

Many likenesses that may form
Rolling as a midstream brook...

How many lives have you cursed?
Mother of sin and shame...

How futile the infirm man’s battle
With miscreants wrath he’ll stop to cry...

By the shimmers of a quite lagoon
Moonlight dancing midst palm trees...

To sit and ponder years afore
Thoughts of your sweet way...

Swirling events of destine day
Snared life to the other side...