Posted by Faeo 'Lyre' Clive on
Were you where they pry?
Interfering, going each soul
Could you, moods do cry?
Complaining, hearts to hole
To others, tears cease to dry
Unstraight went their pole
Lest, maybe if could try
In forwards to descry goal
For you, their pleas fry
Neither iota seems cajole
Could aforesaid a rye
Ply, upon seekers do dole
Or this hwyl seem wry
Yet quests burn like coal