Moon Of Ridicule Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Just on the pulse of your return
My heart again is torn
Pass me by til morrow
My eyes be blind your shadow
My ears be deaf your talk
May wake me when you come.

Moon of ridule
Only fools you can rule
Have you come to satan me
With your aprilfool of kiss
To foreplay me and leave
My heart in pain and piece

Moon of ridicule
The memory you left me
Drew lines on my brow
When your fifth sojourn
Pushed my heart from position
Know I from the start
Your love a ridicule of my heart

Tease me not o April
Fool me not I say
Moon of ridicule
Again you return
What have you to tell me
Yet never will I listen
For your words are not certain.