Chroniker

Upon the object of desire Overwrought the eye had been set Flaunting that of what’s required Needs that never once had been met Minute by minute I would yearn Infinite hunger had risen In my slumber nimble I’d turn Vivid her outline would glisten Miles and miles I’ve traveled Though a greater distance awaits Forth may said conquest unravel Everlasting may we equate Redundant be such secrecy Prosperous be thy recipe