三世

“If we shadows have offended.
Think but this, and all is mended.
The world is grown so bad that wrens prey
where eagles dare not perch.”
“ I come from dirt.
And it is dirt which defines us.
Dirt from which from all things grow.
Even one has the mark of the dirt upon his
skin.
But no one truly ever escapes their home.”
“What true I took off dreams.
Which are the children of an idol brave got
nothing away of fantacy.
Which is sting of the substance in the air.”
“Time our o’mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
And the dreams he of cutting foreign throats of breaches, ambuscadoes,Spanish blades, of healths five-fathom deep.”

“Thank you for being my friend.”
“Goodbye,mate.”