Whispers in the whirlwind,

Gliding down the garden path,

The storm may cometh morrow,

Yet there is no aftermath,

For gone are days of listening,

To a song that’s never sung,

The garden may be broken,

Yet the twilight’s end has rung, 

Enchanted are the beaches,

And the night lays softly still,

And though the dawn has broken,

Remains lifeless does the quill,

Maintain your outer boundaries,

Be quick and shorten time,

And like a fox in fast success,

Begins your paradigm,

Let all the money flow to you,

Like lightning in the sky,

And true life shall return to you,

Ask not how when or why,

The kingdom remains barren,

When her queen is not at home,

Embrace the sacred marriage,

And eternal is this poem.