I’m awaiting rebirth
On a swathe of sacred ground,
Within the vines of a tireless companion

For she’s called me to verse
Consigned me to her love and care
As a scribbling brute,
Always aiming to please

But her wild screams
Often fall from my grasp

Whenever, her brave new world
Is awash
In the envious night

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