Her cleaver sonnet

She sung a sonnet, static, and all the ambient sick noises fell asleep. In through the mist her confidence drove her, and up her beauty streamed. Crumbles and rustled away, fierce this time that had been, and in she laid her soft lullaby and on her warmth full bed I Sway across the unpleasant like a sail that's set to go, and the wind never dies.