A des'lated night of wintry air
Capitulates the mind of a pitiful mediocre
The gentle Zephyr explicates its glory
Boat still with Charon—coxswain of hell's entirety
From some trees famed for unjust doubt
He, shrouded in foliage, peeked through a tiny spot
Stuttered when he glanced a wand'rer's delight
A fine lady encompassing a perfectionist's sight
A dreary dusk of moon and stars
Thinly veiling heaven's mysterious scars
The freshened grass tol'rates itself upright
Induces brisky bank to rest intruder's invite
Whence sprouts a stone and an idle raccoon
Mind still in awful conjunction unrav'lling a distinctive connection
In foolproof charms, the lady in virtue bright
Whilst I stale, myself's not a beholding sight
