
Fallen, a night that was horridWhen I rebuked with my lastAwoke embraced with the maidIn the middle of the night. She is the cutest of the maidsThe best encounter I ever didThat moons can't never get z'sInvading the tilt, glad on our land. Winds come to never tire her upLove is meant to inspire herUnaltered blinks at me so popA smile that creates prosper. Wounds in thousands won't hurtWhile the cure...