In the field of wild reeds
They heed their memory
So they forget to heed
The dead of mystery
In the host, the freed
Dreams of a history
Breath it impedes
Indeed a savory victory
At a hidden speed
Sprouts of death vary
They flaunt to breed
L and S live in binary
And humble the reeds
Here penetrates greed
But long thrive the theory
Of a reed in need
Of divination for glory
