Carry on feckless wraith of love;
the fenced in garden of dew.
Go away fellow traveler whom fell;
upon sight of thine fantastic siren.
this crossroad of fatal dreams;
Elapses on enemy lines a new.
to gain peace in a love shattered Soul;
friend sit here..... oh, by the lonely sounding sea.
" Care for wine?" twas asked by butlers long divine.
" Do you dine alone master of the house;
as you've been doing in late?
The mistress of your erotic fancy;
left you a vagabond?..... in steel, stone washed chains?"
" oh.... woo.... wretched she is for beauty, but how true;"
Said the noble serf, who is called butler longer divine.
" May she travel the earth of men;
til' her mortal death! oh yeah... shall waver my Pain."
Spoke the lost man of the lost love.....
with the built up rich mans dress;
to the butler divine by the sea.
" If her blood is wine..... bring it to my taste.... I will pay the fee."
7/12/91
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