• I.
    The Doctor tells you to take the medication,
    to soothe the soul of this sensation.
    In a white-wash room
    – a seal of impending doom–
    lays your defense useless quite
    to a dark and dreary night.

    II.
    A Man –old, not forgotten–
    lays in the ground rotten.
    He said, said he didm
    when precious all hath been rid:
    "From the end of where we start"
    so that scepters we'll depart,
    haunting of a space
    at a tentative, rapid pace    .

    III.
    Two sages make a fool
    and a kingdom for him to rule.
    Where needle and thread his Doctor takes,
    to stitch a heart scarlet-letter raked.
    Where ink quills grow from trees,
    an old Man from end, thee is freed.
    Two sages make a fool
    and an own heart and mind for him to rule.