My eyes are hollow. I am devoid of all life.
We have deployed our Master, with the speed of a dull knife.
A figure shifts in candlelight, as I thought
Of a brave new cure, I was so sure, that I spit and I dragged and I fought.

So close to something like a thought. And yet,
Needles of fortitude never forget
Something as simple as what I began to pove,
And I sputtered my love for I will and I do.

I am befuddled amidst a deafening wood.
And yes, I thought I could turn waste into jewels, so misunderstood -
And the rabbits are shredding away at my thin,
Destructive skin, I fight from within, to save a heart of heavy tin.

Overtaken by a rush.
Havoc. He is guilty of being forgotten.
Knowing - mountains begin to crush,
And the luscious fancy turns rotten.

Shout to the Meddler,
I meditate to smooth uproar.
And when our troubles push the Peddler,
The diamonds will become a bore,
And I'll save us like never before.

(What fourberie shall they have in store?)