The feathered quill breached the gap
And spilled the sap
Of all that has gone before

Should I or should I not
Have disguised the plot
And portrayed a heart within

Nestled bye the bye
It was difficult to lie
Tightening in congealing knots

Throw those Druid stones
Those thousands of human bones
And risk the wrath of Gods

Within staggered lines I will continue to think
Right up to the very brink
Where it will all have to be left behind

But in the end
It will be left for me to defend
The waste of so much personal time