[li]I beg forbearance for my earlier posting, in which a most unseemly attitude presented itself. I have taken steps to ensure that the snarveling cat is denied access to my wine and honey supplies. I was inspired by certain events that occurred over the last sennight and have a new proposal for general criticism and commentary. I do hope you enjoy my minor efforts.
Standing damply here, upon the docks
Planning one last course through the sunless zea
Alas, the chiming of the clocks
Signal the end that is ahead of me
The ship, the dark ship comes
Gliding quickly to rest at my quay
Come like ancient Mercury
To help me find my way
I look out into the black
and the lights of the ship reveal
my vision forward, but mostly back
to childhood friends and that foolish deal
Deals with devils, with chessmasters and wives,
All for some small advantage that seemed so dear
Only to end in the manner of all our lives
Alone, friendless, penniless, without you here
At last, we cease our wanderings and it is time to go
Although I wished most fondly for one more night
The day is long denied to me, and so
I tighten my bandages and stroll into Venderbight