(Part 1 in profile posts)

Far I might dwell, from across waters bedeviled by miles,
Oh! Born am I, in cursed lands o’ death and controversy,
Blazed in heat so fast in May,
Knows’t tis fields be filled with despair,
As I gaze upons’t thy place, my friend so fair,
tis night I heard of agony in thy heart,
hands hover’d rested in tis chest,
Burnt irons turnt in veins I thought,
Then knew that pain visited me too as...