Hath the folly gotten into her?

Her tree has already start'd to wither.
What a fool to hath think that she 'll be able to breed her hope in such playings.

What a fool, indeed.

Deldam, I condemned. Of upmost reluctance.

Forlornly carressing her gentle, pale babe.

She reeks of fustiness. She was the epitome of hokum.

Hoi polloi, I charge you.
The meekness of her stature disgust me.

As the nascent seeds urge for water, I will not give them.
Most pivotal, I seek to differ.

You as a poltergeist, peevish as usual.
Begone, your reign has fallen, and deep hath it.

You take what I say as a rain check.
Although you very well know that your tapestry will soon fall, and Art be forgotten.

Please,
Save yourself.


This, I sing to you my lover.
My Preface, to your end.