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Glory to day, and heaven and sun,

Bring about these logs envied with abundance, 

Logs in which damped with distress,

There in fantasies, my lover molests,

And pray I now to the sun and sky,

To take the stage to firstly cry my ordeal,

Abundant noises yet alone as I,

This castle here hears no noises,

Here's the diary in which I spent nightly,

Corrupted thoughts pen their words freely,

'You chain me by the bounds of flesh,

Denying me the universal truth,

That is you are my slave, 

And I am one to my desires,

You blinded me with all sweetened words,

Combinations of unregulated flaws,

Loving as thine heaven doth,

And sing my praises to be heard by all, 

Warbler bird, I accept thine submission,

But cease thy tongue of words forbidden,

Lies, they would rather be,

Than half-truths, that you deliver me,

Lover, you are as a thin wall, crooked,

There, shall my daily head reside, naked,

Roses shy from lies easy-given,

And would rather snip themselves to the wind,

But I, fortune's fool, heart's taken,

Had let a lady take me for a spin',

Relish in my naivety, o' old moon,

Tease me greatly to your unsung tunes,

Belittle me, o' highness sun,

To deliver the satisfaction of this love undone,

Worst of crooks, and worst of walls,

That lady stands beside me and my hall,

There I would one day hang my paintings,

And there would one day they do my singing,

Oh, but nevermore, to that corridor,

For my last fortitude, is down and fall'd. 

- Stu. T.H. (March 5, 2024)