I find myself in a bayberry hell
It seems that I just cannot see very well
Epidermal is gone, not a drop left to sip
Its so late in the month, and an empty township
Not a druid to be seen with a vial I might glean
Out of inks in my rift for that mindseye vaccine!
So I'll stumble in darkness, my blind eye to the grindstone
I'll Walk-to North of Thera, then I'll grope for Seasone

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Sarapin, in the year 543 AF.