Her eyes are deep pits of sorrow
Pulling me through eternity
As the day becomes the morrow
I see with serenity


Her hair is a river of black
Flowing with the currents of time
Engulfing all in its slack
She does not mime


She and I are one you see
Borne across eternity
Two in one man's mind
Hard to tell who's thoughts you find


Thank you if you got this far, if you thought it was bad, so are my jokes.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Phaestian, in the year 266 AF.