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Whisp Erred Howls

I could do with the company.
So much so that what may be
thought to be little, in reality... (a Lottie.)
Don't fret the words, you see
That in passing my thoughts be
Wishing your said voice before me
And in mine ears your cast sleet
A rain, a fall, most comfortably
Curtain cleansing this patience lonesomely
Bewildering jets humor branches out a tree
Of ill-timed madness that I find calming me.
Aside this pretty drudgery
Instead I'll state and demand plainly
Speak your chaos onto me
That soothes us in commisery
Tear my pains with your rough deeds
Of lessons not yet rooted learningly.
Ease me torments of your fury
Absent minded thing of beauty
Elegant classical, pulchritudinous envy
Of your body's ease to render me
A fool, a jester, a player in your Odyssey
Even through hated analogy
This injured wolf sickens of the echoing tree
I know you'll reach this, carefully
Whether now or in years to be
Come o wisp, delightful queen faerie
Appear upon thy trunk gracefully
Worry not what you believe to be
Fallacies and misuse do not become me
Shall you even use your elven tongue freely
I care not, for all I ask, is that you talk to me.