A blazed, blessed window match

I've lost what has the wonders catch

in throats of steel in common lies

incompetent hight incessant cries

lock up your daughters catch each son

allow them not in hopeless fun

ignore this wretch, this common man

who only greets what dawns he can

indifferent to what beauty came

any excuse mud lost and lame

and fright the ghost of longings lust

never known this woman's trust

for all to savour memory bights

is not the same judged by these lights

Oh! common grace across rough waves

Deliveries to which we save

for distance is as time once was

we only listen to spells because

we'd like some pleasure some written line

to compliment what's left behind

Increasing daily by your score

I do not wish nor beg for more

be left alone perhaps is wanting

and stop the incessant finger pointing

for cry the sore what is the point?

Between your legs my head anoint

Do you think back and state a worry

Dark wicked one who'd now be sorry

and lies indifferent spout as ways

to give unmet a book of days

Deep heat, deep down distinctly crown

and common gift in mood now frown

for interest sounds a sulking roar

and magic lost your wish for more

that all you feel and all you see

does not accept what comes from me

slight of mind and subject cost

of all the wonders now short lost

for what you are is bitch now dog

your second hitch a whining flog

and if this wanting force a path

I'd rather that than risk your wrath

for what is dead cannot be played

and cause upset a book of days.