the willow weeps in its own pool
lost its sister from the next grove

the fool drools on his own stool
lost to knowing eleusive trove

on edge, watch the show
future tattered and brain sworn

everyone comes to know
audience gone and forelorn

pain to the moaner
but light at every end

no hinder under owner
but each end to scend

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 613 AF.