For the love, Iʼd fallen on
In the swampy August dawn
What a mischief you would bring young darling!

When the onus is not all your own
When you're up for it before you've grown


From the faun forever gone
In the towers of your honeycomb
I'd a tore your hair out just to climb back darling

When you're filling out your only form
Can you tell that itʼs just ceremon'
Now you've added up to what you're from


Build your tether rain-out from your fragments?
Break the sailor's table on your sacrum?

$#&@ the fiercest fables, I'm with Hagen