Remember him the hollow one
Your eyes must his follow, what else exists?
Useless eyes from inner wind
Kind hearts must his fable tend

In his words, no love holds
Seeking lives to feed his own
His eyes inward on white emptiness
Is there a soul to test?

He dreams the morrow waits him alone
Ancient mind of lecherous tone
You wonder why his eyes draw shut
A wind blows through empty heart

Blessed are we his words to hear
Unless our hearts we hold dear
Soul at ease and restless same
Actually simply inane

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Aeguary, in the year 617 AF.