You came when the moons gaze was intense, knocking.
Even when I dreaded the raps of your knock,you stood still, lurking.
And your ally,my heart, drowning,in the regale of your gift
Weighed on me,even when my ground was not to shift.
You are indeed a man of wealth.
Building your barns,and even in your itinerary growing in health.
Knocking and knocking,till your allies,planted within yield.
Flinging open their owner's doors to give you a field .
Your merchandise,and their buyers are known.
The doors opened to you are known.
Your recipients,dine and feast on dearth.
And even in their glut,you stood akimbo till their death.
Your clandestine conspiracy with my heart shall fail!
You shall drench,while my guests dine and shout my hail!
And in this my transient journey,you shall never be my companion!
And when I go to my ancestors ,you shall always dread my opinion!
My opinion! To men, to never sheath their swords at your sight.
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