Landed reign

Pitter patter little feat
Once starling'd verily doth entreat
Wake anew ship's followin' see
Abaft of been foreword, hard alee
Nock one for the crow that flies
From say, lures nest to remain dry
Frown among the rippled cloud
To plough ahead the comb 'ed shroud
The figurehead has broken 'gain
To intrest 'ed wonts play this game
Venal one boast and rock'd the sure
Ashore ahoy and is no more

Softly Now

Then stalk amongst those reeded shores of trite oblivion. Once they held secrets, but now only grief. You came upon a seeker who knew your own remission, and mandated that you find yourself for none other than your own. There are dreams in sleep, and rest in dreams to come. As the horizon of the nights of love draw nigh upon thee, know that whelmed the senses shall be, and never more to come again what has been round and round. Back again but round is not and naught for effort what he sought. You find only for yourself a heart of gold and diamond surely wrought. Sooth says love and heart to beat, but none other than hasty retreat. Bring unto the fore again, such heart as one man may regain.