Written by Elwood Jake
as a gift, to me
peace, descendant of passion
creature of the night
sits in despondent dark
flight's patho'er treeless
limbless frightenend plight
of weary heart such lifeless use
I look at her such blithe delight
why fly despondent in darkness sight
blind, not sure of righteous plight
this sad and lonely creature slight
oblique in troth of saddened
crueher of weary lifeless use
what to do for descendant passion
question asked in passion's stew
why should she sit in saddened hue
no colors bounding in her heart
no, oh damned and wretched thought
to rescue rides the crimson knight
I shall hold her hard and true
give her light and life's sweet chew
to gamble not in longer fret
this winsome darling charm that flew
o're useless limbless frightenend plight
not weary heart nor lifeless use
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