Flower-Hour Book
Black mountain, Codenna Rock
its another obstacle I took
by the neck to kill the mock
Facsimile, a ridiculous smile
spend another eve with me!
O iterative gazes – like a missile –
hit my spell to be free
A feel like among old friends
Im suspended in this realm
aware of how soon it ends
I give my best to overwhelm
Spellbound plague of thought
I must forward this metaphor
scan the hexameter for the wow“ you sought
and Ill know forever more
Ritual wheel for progression
may it continuously turn,
I truly make my confession
never stop, let me learn, let it burn
Fire of roots and cult
spark of modesty
struck by Thunres bolt
this is my day of amnesty!