ROW

Thousand miles away from gay
The feature of my love abseil
My petty soul flickers on path grey
Scare of a taunting elfin;
Let me slosh to loveless pen
Caress my love at serpent haven
Where forgiveness is tie to a tether
Lie lie in wait for souls to slaughter

The serpent has its slough slough
Brood hen peck it aperture;
Neither biddy nor the snake dare tug
Till callus skin do revive
The devilry of serpent;
And foul, wary...