A night marauder of bliss are you
as you visit all with your cudgel of peace
and confound the wisdom’s wit in his folly
and as she tries to banter words with you,
her life did you borrow with an insurance
When life seems like a labyrinth of melody
and thoughts visit with his pleasurable moans
which turn Eunuchs even the slimmest ideas,
I wish only to be kidnapped by you to
leave the earth awhile and return to it anew.
Hope someday, fate won’t half grant my wish
and make you hand me over to your dreary kindred.
Before then will I live to someday go over empty
After all I carry have been pollinated on fertile land.