Of sorrows and morrows
Like bats hunting in the night,
Scouting silent in their flight.
So sorrow swoops in covert dark
Settling in a minds embark.
Dropping the roots of sorrows sad.
Blossoming in a bloom of bad.
Wilting the spirits of employ,
To an ennui of nought and coy.
Where once was held the head of blaze
Now stands in still the head of daze.
Where once a spirit did uplift,
Now the spirits lost its gift.
In humble and in friendships flair.
I would you take my hand in dare.
Walk and talk with me of pardon.
Before the heart does start to harden.
Walk with me, the gardens of missive
And we will siphon, spirits emissive.