this creature with my face and eyes
small and fleet running rampant on my soul

what quest brings you here again
to chase and devour my joy
ever laughing as you go, flinging scorn and distain?

to me
troubler of spirits
rest here on my lap and tell me what fuels your frensy

how goes
your recent troubled flight?
weep with me as we wait together for the rain

might bring us sprites in drops of sweet dew.
let us tarry here
my familiar