Hear the wishes
Swishing this and this
Fishing for ears to feast their dishes
Misses your mind by inches, less
Dressed gaily, blessed with the best breath
Sweetest smelling sound flushing death
Whiter still than his ill pale frail form
Warming cold age of old days away
Laying in fields dazed and frayed
Displayed for who betrays a moment
And listens to their glistening

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 330 AF.