Aye, she was pretty once
And had lovers too
No doubt when the skin is flushed
She's a boddy that will do
But mostly all the loving's fled
No one now to take to bed
No one to hold in dead of night
In her tunnel there's no light
Creased by time more's the pity
She herself the one and only
Woman's fate within this city?
Still feel young and yet be lonely?
by Zepher

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Glacian, in the year 247 AF.