Love must live ; and longing lovers
Lust for living life-like others.
Heir of honour, I hate horror,
Hailed in harrows, hidden odour.
Dressed in damp, dark, drenched denim,
Deep in dolour, deep down and dim.
Sorrow saved my soul ; a servant
Safely sitting a silent scent.
For fathers to fathom figures,
Few fell and fought fading failures.
Now are narrow ; in never rests,
Not an answer in neon nests.
Alert arrows alert a bow,
Asserts answers and answers so.