millions of unstrike vixen
lay awake in my chamber
and you would not reprieve
the sorry souls
the sorrow sulls in deep Tampa
the loss ruminates on ancient street
the love forgoten by you
by other
takes deep
inspires a wealth of loss
t soul
in various counterparts
inspires a lead weight
where the right brothers wrought
inspires a gold chain where a solem soul nought
a frayed rope where a life saving
knot
to die alone
was the goal of existence
