When a dretcham finds you,

When water drips from your closéd eyes,

I be the light who finds you.

I be the old and the wise.

“Beware the greantsby light that shines,

For only Daisies does it save.

For your soul, it greatly pines!

Hold on my son, be brave.”

Queagerly did I embark

Upon this quest of mine.

To nothing closely did I hark,

Naught but Divine’s design.

Through places named and places not,

Dim, dreadful, deceased,

Through ancient lands, forgotten lots,

To the land that light first seized.

There did I meet, to my disgust,

A keeper called Pandora.

Her purpose here? To gain my trust.

To taint a golden aura.

Ignoring her, I doused the light.

Oh what a fron was I.

As Pandora warned, I blinded sight.

Paved way for “Foe fum fie”.

Giants came and ravaged all

‘till even new names were lost.

So high were we, this mighty fall?

‘Twas much too high a cost.

Slowly, slowly, did we die.

Each pent? Eternity.

‘Till only left were foe fum fie.

My disgraceful legacy.

When a dretcham finds you,

When water drips from your closéd eye,

I be the light who finds you.

I be the old, the wise.