Faeo 'Lyre' Clive
This lifeless vale of lying bones and skulls
houses no one, or days that we have had
but shall have us in court as the sort calls.
It is the grim reaper's with a large scythe,
argus-eyed, clothed in a black cloak, with
a hood; although many painters say lithe.
Empty gourds with a parrot's egg in each,