Commence Poem by Avery Eglantine

Empty nuts they must avow
ravening for blood, real crow
real real sharp and sharper claw
caused my bleed, blood to bestow

But the moon never set-up in the sky
by naught bringing me back my wrath
investigating every alibi
and things I acquired and naught

grasping me more with every word
thy hath and throw as sword
soundless I so dumb, Indeed
Wrath still I, Never hath freed

Burgeon run fire within
in no time I'll be sinned
To put off fire, strengthen desire
to end up mine suffering.